It was quite nice to see that someone was reading something more elite. It wasn't a trashy romance novel, something or other for idiots or typical poetry. Children's books he could understand since it soothed the souls of the children residing in the facility. When Sebastian was asked to read to the children he said heavens no as kindly as he could. He just wasn't good with kids.
"That's quite a nice book. If you like that, then you may like Ellen Hopkins. Sure, young adult, but her work is very admirable." She often spoke of people with broken lives, but even Sebastian found her interesting and he was way beyond the young adult level.
"Hello," he stated in return before sitting across the stranger. "My name is Sebastian. You look unfamiliar. Of course, not that I know every face around here." He tapped his fingers on the desk, a subtle sound since he chewed his finger nails quite often. There was plenty to be nervous about. "Enjoying the stay at least?"
She seemed one of the friendlier of sorts in the library. It was no joke that the man had been hushed not all too long ago by someone reading. In case they missed the memo, those rules didn't apply.