It seemed like any other day at the library to Jessica. She got to work early that day and in between shelving and helping patrons she spent her time reading Africa's World War. The book was very interesting, but her thoughts kept drifting. The night before she had stayed up texting her friend from Georgia, Kevin, and now she couldn't get him off her mind. They had such a playful friendship now, but they used to want more from each other. Sometimes she felt that there was still something else beneath the surface, unspoken. She knew that they weren't just friends. And today she couldn't get thoughts of him out of her mind.
She sat at the front desk in her navy blue cardigan that subtly outlined the curve of her breasts. As she read about the Rwandan children, her mind drifted-- imagining Kevin's hand on her cheek, imagining Kevin running his hand through her brunette locks, reaching the back of her head, and emphatically pulling her forward, into his kiss... She jumped as Valarie said "Jessica, please go shelf D-F, the books are getting piled up back here," interrupting her daydreams.
"Of course," she said, walking into the back room to get the book on a cart. After she had loaded the books onto the cart she pushed it through the library towards the elevator wishing, like always, that it wouldn't make so much noise on the tiled floor. Unbeknownst to Jessica, as she entered the elevator, Kevin walked through the front door of the library.
Kevin walked up the front stairs of the library wearing his white button up shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair looked ruffled like he'd had a long night. He didn't even notice the blonde admiring his physique as he threw open the library door, with determination in his eyes. As he walked through the glass door he began searching for her. He had spent the previous day being teased by her. He knew that he wanted her, and that she wanted him. And he wasn't planning on waiting any longer.
Kevin strode up to the front desk continuing to search for her as he walked. He asked the librarian at the front, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Jessica Fox, do you know where I can find her?"
The librarian looked up from her novel and said, "Sure, Jessica is upstairs shelving books in the far section of the library, section D." He thanked her and rushed off, choosing to sprint the stairs instead of taking the elevator. When he got to the second floor he walked quickly down the rows, his heart beating faster and faster and the letters descended, getting closer to D. He hadn't noticed anyone else since he got upstairs, attributing it to the fact that not many people hung out at the library at 8pm on a Sunday.
He saw a cart full of books sitting in between two rows and knew he was close. He slowed down, thoughts racing, realizing he hadn't planned anything after this point. He stopped by the cart, turning to look down the aisle. He saw Jessica, with a goofy smile on her face, humming while she bent over to put a book on the bottom shelf. He stood watching her for a minute, while she listened to her ipod, completely oblivious to his presence. He smiled to himself and forced a cough.