Oriel trailed a slender fingertip along the spines of books as he walked down one of the aisles at a slow pace, his eyes tracing a path over the books, a path that his fingertips followed as he read the titles. He wasn't looking for anything in particular - just looking, for anything that might leap out at him, anything that would catch his eye.
He turned down another aisle, and found that this one was not empty. A dark haired man was at the other end. And upon closer look, Oriel realized he knew him. Oriel was good friends with Maisie and friends with Ellie as well.
When Alfie was looking his way, he lifted a hand and waved.