Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Following behind, she clasped her hands in delight and flung her arms around Derek, before rushing over to the shelves. She trailed her fingers over the spines of the books, breathlessly reading over titles. Occasionally she picked one off the shelf and looked at the back of it. Every touch was reverent, and her eyes shone, even as she totally forgot Derek’s presence.
Derek let out a bright, short laugh at her enthusiasm and watched as she rushed to the shelves. She seemed reverent of the books, tender and caring as though they were fragile. Some of them were, some of his favorites. Well worn and bindings stretched so they fell open easily. He leaned against the door frame, enjoying her happiness.
After a long time, she picked one off the shelves. She couldn’t say why, but it made her feel good just looking at it, like it was an old and familiar friend. It was a little book, not very long, but that was okay, she felt. She could get another one later. She turned to leave and jumped, having forgotten Derek was there at all. Sheepishly, she grinned at him.