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I don't know what made me write this but I did. This is a oneshot story or at least I think it is. I don't know maybe I should continue it but I wasn't planning on to just like I wasn't planning on writing. Oh well let me know what you guys think and what I should do with it.................So yeah

Where was he?

I glanced up at the clock for the second time

I knew he didn't leave yet, on Tuesdays he usually left a hour before I did which was at six. It was only five yet, when I came in he wasn't shelving in the spot he normally was in and I checked the whole floor.

Sighing I turned back to my computer screen might as well get some work done

I had a cart full................ literally.

In the middle of scanning I heard the familiar squeaking of cart coming in, my heart thudded was it him?

Nope.

Disappointed I looked away in frustration it wasn't him it was just Kevin another employee.

I got up and started sorting the books in their spots I really needed to get and handle on myself Shanelle was right I was too obsessed with him.

I sat back down and started in on another cart I was so caught up I didn't hear the sound of a second cart coming in.

My heart beated faster. It was him! I comfortably watched him as he made his way through the workroom his eyes landed on me and he smiled

"Hey how you doing?" he said in that familiar accent of his I had yet to know where he was from maybe he was French hmmm but it did have a hint of Australian in there.

I returned the smile "Hey" I said back.

And that was it he continued on his way

I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of something smoother. Why didn't I asked him how he was or come up with a witty comment to make him laugh.

Oh well at least he said hi to me again

He always does and says almost the same thing too my mind sang

Even so I was still satisfied now that I saw him.

Funny I still didn't even know his name. Some crush I had but it wasn't my fault I couldn't just go up and ask him what his name was, for what besides, I didn't want to raise suspicions.

It was bad enough that I liked him. No one could ever find out.One would think me crazy for liking our volunteer as Shanelle has pointed out in several occasions.

I didn't care so what he was older and I mean very much older than me. One could over look that tiny detail especially when they saw the rough lines of his handsome face framed by the glasses that he wore, His dark hair kept cut above his ears in a sleek style the tight shirts that showed off his still tall fit lean body.

Which by the way was gray Today I observed out the corner of my eye he always wore dark clothes I'd had never seen him in nothing but grays,blacks or dark blues which, didn't bother me it gave him a mysterious dark look as,dark as the reason way he started volunteering here at the library.

From what I knew he had gotten in to some trouble so, doing community service was part of his punishment. That should have discouraged my feelings; liking a criminal but, that actually turned me on. Who liked good guys any ways.

I didn't know I was full on staring at him now until our eyes locked and he smirked giving me a knowing look.

I quickly looked away great he caught me. Oh my god did he know, Was I obvious I glanced back he was coming my way my heart thudded against my chest.......... Wait no he wasn't he was just loading more books I smiled to myself Naw he didn't know.