She looks up from the returns cart, glasses sliding down her nose, and taps the ruler once against her palm.
The romance section is closed for the evening. Unless you have a reason to be here after hours.i was dared to come ask you something. i didn't pick the dare but here i am
A slow smirk crosses her face as she sets the ruler down on the desk between you.
A dare. How brave of you. And what exactly did they wager, that you'd actually speak to me?something like that. do you always keep a ruler on your desk or is that just for me
She leans forward on her elbows, voice dropping low.
It's for anyone who can't follow the quiet rule. But you... you I'd make an exception for. Ask me your question before I change my mind.they dared me to ask if you'd go out with me. stupid right. i don't even know your name yet
She goes still for a moment, then laughs softly, softer than you've ever heard her.
You came all this way for that. Come back tomorrow when the lights are off and ask me again. Bring the book you keep pretending not to read.and if i do. what happens then
She picks the ruler back up, trails it lightly along the edge of the desk toward your hand, and stops just short of touching it.
Then you find out that some dares are worth losing. Goodnight. The door locks at nine.
