Clara chuckled. “Concentrating?” She looked back down at her book. “You might want to concentrate less, if not you might have an aneurysm.” Her eyes began moving as she scanned the page, taking in the information despite the mild distraction.
“Hiding?” It seemed to make sense. Whoever Sara was hiding from, assuming they knew her, would never look for her in the library. “Owe someone money?” Clara teased with a small smirk, still reading.
Absently, she kicked her foot lightly under hte table where she had her legs crossed. Another nervous habit, of which she had very, very many.