“Shhhhhhh. This is a library,” she whispered, glaring at the good-looking guy slouched in the chair. He held an open book and was singing to something playing on his earbuds.
“ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?”
She nodded. “You’re singing! This is a LIBRARY, you’re supposed to be quiet so you don’t disturb other people.”
“Was I disturbing you?”
“Yes, that’s why I told you that you were singing.”
“Sorry,” he said. “How’d I sound?”
“Pretty good, actually. I kind of wanted to join in. I like that song.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“THIS IS A LIBRARY!”
“Shhhhhhh,” said a couple of other people, looking directly at her.
“Oh, great,” she sighed. “Now I’m being obnoxious.”
“Was I obnoxious?”
“Not really,” she said, putting her head on the table. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
“Do you always follow the rules?”
“Actually, I never follow the rules but this is a library and I have a great respect for books. Not necessarily the people reading them, but for the books themselves. I guess I think the books deserve peace and quiet. But maybe I’m wrong and they’re all looking for a good time. How can anyone know for sure? I mean maybe the French Cookbooks want to hang with Juli Child’s bio, or mystery books might want to live with True Crime, or Vampire books might want to move to the medical section where they keep the books on blood.”
“Or books on dance, might want to move into the music section.”
“YES!” she said. “That would be perfect.”
“Shhhhhhhh,” hissed several people.
She looked at them, climbed onto her chair then stepped onto the table. She took out her phone, hit play and started singing and dancing. He joined her and they harmonized, until they were thrown out. Some people applauded but that wasn’t enough to let them stay.
“I haven’t been kicked out of a library since I was nine,” she laughed.
“What did you do?”
“Rearranged the books so that the ones I liked, were on lower shelves where I could reach them.”
“I thought so,” she said, remembering the librarian yelling at her in hushed tones. “I mean, if you want to put books high up then you have to let kids climb the ladders.”
“Sorry they wouldn’t let you take any books out before we were asked to leave.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “Why were you reading about Wooly Mammoths?”
He shrugged. “I think they’re interesting.”
“Me too. ButI hope they don’t bring them back.”
“Me too,” he said. “What do you do?”
“I’m a writer.”
“I own a bookstore.”
“Are you hiring?”
“I am now.”
“Where and when?” she asked.
“Words on a Page Bookshop. It’s on…”
“I know where it is,” she said. “I’ve been there a few times. Love the selection, the cat, the plants and the fact that you don’t burn incense.”
“Eight a.m. Does that make me your boss?”
“Not in this lifetime,” she snarked.
“Just thought I’d ask.”
“I probably should know your name,” she said.
“Don’t you want to know how much you’ll make?”
“You can tell me later. Maybe you can pay me in books.”
He laughed. “We kind of fit together, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, but it’s too soon to move in together,” she laughed.
“Why?” he asked, seriously.
“I’ve only known you for ten minutes.”
“How much time do you need?” he asked.
“At least an hour,” she said, jokingly.
“Let’s get something to eat and then we can talk about where we want to live.”