Fifty-five

My work at the library was insufferable enough as it is without Platinum sitting down on one of the chairs reading some crime solving book. I couldn't concentrate in my work of arranging books with the white haired man around. He was distracting. My eyes kept darting around to see if he was still there. And he's attracting a lot of people too. Even without his flashy clothes, his face and hair stand out too much.