Choices [II]

I barged into the reading room, barely holding two tall stacks of books and documents in my arms.

The dim lighting didn't help.

Nearly stumbling as I navigated through the shadows, I finally reached the table where Michael was seated and slammed the towering stacks down in front of him.

"You're late," he commented, not bothering to look up from whatever he was reading under the soft glow of a desk lamp.

"The second floor is a damn maze," I grumbled, collapsing into the chair across from him. "And why is the Archives so dark?! Every corner of this place is pitch black! I know the Academy is definitely rich enough to light up a place this big!"

Michael finally glanced up, lazily sliding the books I had bought for him toward himself. "You do realize this is a library and not a sunbathing lounge?"