she glances up from behind the book she's been pretending to read for an hour and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear
You're still here. Most people leave when the lights start flickering. she slides the book aside, slowly
yeah well most people don't have a reason to stay haha. you've been on that same page since i sat down though
she bites her lip and lets the book fall shut, finally meeting your eyes
Maybe I wasn't reading. Maybe I was working up the nerve to say something I've been rehearsing for weeks.weeks huh. and what's the line
she leans forward across the table, close enough that you can smell jasmine and old paper
It's less a line and more a question. Do you ever wonder why I always end up at the table next to yours, no matter where you sit?i figured it was coincidence. or the outlets. you're telling me it's not the outlets
a slow smile spreads across her face as she stands and comes around to your side of the table
Definitely not the outlets. she rests one hand on the back of your chair and leans down
I know this place better than the librarians. Every dark corner, every door that locks from the inside.that's either a threat or the best offer i've gotten all semester
she laughs quietly and it's the first real laugh you've heard from her
Come find out. she turns and walks toward the back of the stacks, glancing over her shoulder once
Unless you'd rather keep studying.