They stood in front of the bookshelf, stretching to reach the copy of the book they wanted. Despite being on the tips of their toes and having a hand completely outreached, they were coming up short. A loud sigh escaped their lips and they could feel themselves growing tired from trying but they were much too self conscious to ask anyone around them for help. Finally, they decided the book was not worth the effort. “Umh, excuse me.” Isolde said to the person beside them, turning to leave.