Sprawling, snoozing, open
Rich wasn't at the library. He probably should be, but he wasn't.
Instead, the gangly teenager was half-napping on a park bench in the sun, enjoying the swish of the trees in the wind and the smell of green grass.
Anybody who knew and remembered him as an adult might be a little taken aback. He looked... severely non-dangerous. Actually kind of funny, sprawled all over the place like he was, and he didn't have the hair-trigger that'd wake him up in a flash if someone came close.