Once more, he had been dragged out of the world of fiction and imagination into the living. This time, his face betrayed a touch of curiosity at her inquiry. A lot of people tended to see him in the library, but none of them ever mentioned it, nor asked him about his place in the school. Then it struck him, like a cement block. Was.. she flirting with him?
Kaz blinked a few times, offered her a look of disbelief mangled with surprise and.. attempted to resume his reading position as quickly as possible. This wasn't supposed to happen, people were never interested in him. What should he say? How should he react? It would be rude to outright say, 'Uhm, sorry!' so.. he might as well entertain her conversation a bit further.
Unfortunately, his voice had the tint of nervousness to it. "I-I'm f- no, second year. Uhm, yeah. Library, could've seen me. I'm there a lot. I mean, reading. Books and all.. Because, libraries have books." It struck him that he might be saying too much, so he abruptly silenced himself and went back to the now difficult task of resuming his place in the beloved and outside world-blocking practice of imagination.