…you go to a club (Varsity in Cardiff) as part of your soon to be Sister in Law’s Hen Weekend. And some book shelves on one wall catch your eye.
Lots of books there. And as much as you’re enjoying dancing part of you wants to go check the books out, wonders what the deal is (are they just to read there or is it a book crossing thing) and wishes there were enough light to look at them properly. But more than anything you love to dance and don’t get to do it enough so you leave the books and lose yourself in the music.