June 23rd - Evening - Advice

I sipped my tea amidst the stacks of books. The sweet aroma of the jasmine of the tea mingled with the musty scent of the ancient tomes.

I was seated at one of the little tables in the Rare Books Room of the library. The Archivist sat across from me drinking his own tea. I could feel his worried gaze on me as I stared into my third half empty teacup.

After I had finished crying, I'd come here for comfort. However, I, as of yet, hadn't been able to bring up what had happened earlier that day. Every time I thought about it, I started trembling again and my throat would get too tight to speak.

"Miss Adamare, I cannot advise you if I do not know what happened." I flinched at the Archivist's words. "As much as I enjoy our afternoon tea, I do have work I need to finish." I nodded and realized it was now or never.