Montbello Library Denver Novels & Stories

Lights were everywhere, people buzzed all around us, and despite being indoors, the chill still hung in the air. Denver walked close beside me, holding two paper bags. One of them contained the coat he insisted on buying for me—a soft, camel-colored one that fit perfectly. “Do you want to check out the library?” he asked. “May library dito? Sa loob ng mall?” He smiled. “Not just any library. This one’s massive. You’ll love it.” “Pwede bang kumain muna tayo?” I asked while holding my stomach. “Nagugutom na ako.”

Adjusting my scarf to cover my face, I march towards the highlander jeep I know would be waiting for me at the end of the street. The door pushes open as soon as I get to it. "So, what have you found?" Montero asks, today he's camouflaged as an Arabic merchant, no wonder the entire car is suffocating with the smell of oud spices. "A lot. I know how to get her, it's just the when I haven't figured out yet." He nods his head kick-starting the ignition. "Denver's a hard nut to crack as usual. I've memorized his schedule by heart but he keeps disrupting it by coming home spontaneously and at odd hours too," he huffs angrily.

She asked me to go here where I don't have any reason to drop by. I decided to open the city library and spent the rest of Naomi's shift hours inside while scanning all the files that Denver sent me last night when suddenly, the door swung open and there's a group of young men entered, they were so loud and they are distracting other students who just want to read their books peacefully.