He found it in book 813.54.

A folded piece of paper that said: *If you found this, you were meant to.*

*I'm Clara. romantic romance stories I hide letters in books I love. If you hate this book, leave the letter. If you love it, write back and hide it in 914.2.*

He loved it. It was his favorite.

He wrote: *I'm Daniel. I have read this book four times. I never thought anyone else loved page 112 as much as I do. - D*

A week later, in 914.2, there was an answer: *Page 112 made me cry in public!! Meet the author here? Thursdays 5pm? - C*

On Thursday at 4:58, he sat at the back table in the library pretending to read very casually.

She arrived at 5:02, breathless, hair wet from rain, looking around.

He stood up. "Are you Clara?"

She looked at the book in his hands. "Are you 813.54?"

"I've been waiting to be found," he said.

She smiled. "Me too. For like, two years."

He sat down beside her, and they finally stopped writing letters and started writing the same story, together.