He notes the way the man watches him, knows that kind of furtive glancing, but it doesn’t move him from the table. Maybe he should deal gently with the guy, but Willard’s not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit right now. Especially when they look like they're just fine continuing their disruptive ways.

"I’m concerned you didn’t understand me." Willard reaches out and presses his hand onto the book, eyes still fixed on the man.

"I don’t want to make a thing out of this. I'm just looking for a quiet afternoon at the library. "