Daniel looked at the time 3pm. Sighing inwardly he pushed the book laden trolley towards the designated shelves, his brown hair obscuring his vision as it lazily swung back and forth across his vision. He had been working for about an hour but already his eyes began to weary him, the all too familiar crawl of an oncoming migraine lingering somewhere at the back of his head behind his eyes. He stopped what he was doing as he wiped the sweat which began to bead on his forehead with his arm. Looking around he noticed that there were little to no students in this part of the library. A rare occurrence, especially at this time of the year with exams looming; rearing its ugly head to bring growing states of paranoia amongst students. He sighed inwardly as he picked up the first book on his trolley.
"516.6201 AMB..."
he muttered to himself as he pottered along the shelves until he found the appropriate place, sliding the book into place. He stood up, stretching his back as the vertebrae cracked and popped, easing the tension somewhat. It was at this point in time that he noticed her. There out the corner of his eye, she was subtly pretending to look for a book on the shelf, her eyes flickering to him every now and then with little bird like glances. Daniel smiled to himself as he went back to the book shelf, this was not the first time he had an admirer. At 21 years of age, Daniel was perhaps the youngest staff member at the university library, he had only gotten the job through a mutual contact, indeed nepotism was present, and in this job it was flourishing. He didn't consider himself to be too bad looking either, which often made him wonder why less attractive people than him had partners. His smooth white complexion and large brown doe like eyes made him appealing to both male and females, whilst his easy going nature made him everybody's friend. He had been working at the library for little over a year, working hard with his head down; it was only lately that he had noticed a few people take notice as he pushed his book laden trolley through the narrow aisles. Just subtle things; the flicker of a glance here, a smile there, the brushing against his body in narrow areas. It was only about a month ago that 'the' girl made her presence known.
Daniel had actually noticed her first, her long black hair and vivid blue eyes stood out from a distance. Her olive complexion suggested something exotic, and her long lithe legs only further concreted these thoughts. Quite a stunning woman, which seemed even stranger that she became obsessed with him. He had shook off this fact for a while, but the evidence was adding up. Still he enjoyed playing the game, playing the part of the ignorant hard to get guy. Innocent, yet in complete control he thought to himself. More like your too scared to say anything he told himself forthrightly.
"E-excuse me?"
a voice startled him suddenly from his train of thought as he dropped the book he was looking at. He looked up, it was his admirer. He momentarily lost himself in her eyes, such a strange shade of cerulean, and those lips, flawless in form; he imagined what kissing those lips would be like. Control yourself Daniel; he chided himself as he picked the book up off the floor, blushing slightly at his incompetence and his sex deprived thoughts.
"Y-yes?"
He said. Why was he stuttering? He never stuttered.
The girl smiled, her pearly white teeth flashing in the harsh fluorescent light of the library.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me find this book? I think it's on the top shelf, but I think I'm too short too reach it."
Daniel looked at her long lithe legs and imagined himself nibbling his way up her leg, inhaling her fragrance as his tongue languished on her satin smooth skin.
-"O-Ok"
he managed to stutter.
He followed her around the corner to an even more isolated section of the library. In this section, the books were even dustier than any other book. Nobody came to this area of the library except the philosophers doing their PHD's. Even then Daniel had only seen one person in that area in all the time he had worked in the library. This had to be a set up. Surely this undergraduate student would not be getting books from this section? Perhaps I should tell her that these books were only for post graduate students. Perhaps you should shut the fuck up he chided himself. Sheesh, sometimes he was his own worst enemy.
"I think it's that book up there, the call number is 645.01243 GER" The girl said pointing to a book precariously balanced by three equally large and heavy books.
