Stranger Things Have Happened (Elvis Presley story)

Chapter 5

Glancing at the clock on the wall I let out a long yawn. There's still half an hour until my shift is over and I can go home. There isn't even anyone here. Even the frequent visitors left a little while ago, which makes a lot of sense because who would want to spend their Saturday night in the library?

Making sure it is hidden behind the desk, I pull out my iPod and start playing candy crush. What can I say, I'm obsessed. But when I hear the loud squeak of the door to my left opening, I instantly shove it into my pocket. There is a big fake tree right next to the door blocking my view, so I can't see who it is at first. But when they step out further my breath hitches in my throat. Elvis.

He doesn't see me at first, his gaze fixed on the rows and rows of shelves lined up in front of him. When he eventually pulls his attention away, he turns towards the desk and looks as if he's about to ask a question but stops himself, eyes meeting mine.

I sit frozen in place, staring at him in shock. What is he doing here? Trying to quickly pull myself together, my hands smooth out the skirt of my dress and I clear my throat. "Uh," I start quietly. "Can I help you find anything?" He doesn't react for a moment, but then let's out a howl of laughter. Confused and not knowing how to respond, I just offer a small smile.

"No, I already found what I came here for," he laughs out with a wink. He begins walking around to the front of the desk, and I bite the inside of my cheek trying not to stare too much at him. Stopping directly in front of me, he sticks out his hand. It takes me a second to realize, but I slowly offer him mine, shaking his hand. "Remember me?" he asks.

"What are you doing here?" I suddenly blurt out, making my cheeks grow warm. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

He shakes his head and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a crooked smile. "I was looking for you, as a matter of fact."

My eyes widen. "Why?"

"I almost ran you over the other day. I said I'd make it up to you, didn't I?" He rests his elbows on the top of the desk, leaning closer to me. "So, what'll it be?"

Confused, I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I ask.

He shrugs. "What do you want to go and do? I've already decided that I'm going to take you out, but I figured I should let you decide where we go."

My mouth drops open slightly as I try and process what he just said. Take me out? What does that even mean? "Um, what?" I manage to get out eventually.

He chuckles. "We could see a movie, we could get something to eat, whatever you want. Really, it's the least I could do."

I shake my head. I can't go out with Elvis Presley, that's impossible. "I can't go anywhere, I'm working," I say, hoping maybe he'll understand.

"So close up early," he holds his hands up and gestures to the empty room around him. "Unless you want to stay and help all these customers."

I roll my eyes and giggle a little. Getting the impression that it's not likely that he'll give up, I let out a long sigh. What have I gotten myself into? "Well, I guess it would be okay."