I stared at him, he stared at me.
We took a double take on the books before us, there were only two. One considerably better than the other, and I knew Ron had his eye on the pristine edges of my current target. We glanced at each other once more,
No way in hell was I getting the raggedy one, I thought.
The change in atmosphere was almost palpable, my muscles contracting and my feeble body relying deeply on my reflexes.
Then that was it, the pin dropped and without second thought, we both lunged.
Like a the crazed marijuana smoking kangaroos we were.
