Love Me Now

lunch in library rooms

•Riley•

A plastic container slams down at my table, followed by a kiss on the cheek and a prickly, facial haired twenty-year-old boyfriend's head nuzzled against my shoulder like a lost puppy.

"Brought you lunch, sweetheart," He whispers

"How'd you get in?" I ask, finishing my sentence typing on the computer.

"A person held the door for me," James smiles cheerfully.

"Of course they would," I mutter, "You do realise we can't eat in the library," I tell him softly

He chuckles and takes a seat beside me, "Well... 'thanks James for the amazing food' that by the way, my Mum cooked," He winks at me.

I turn away from my computer to look at him, tapping my pen against the table, "Tempting,"

James opens the lid of the container, which holds his Mum's spaghetti and meatballs. He raises an eyebrow.

"Later, James, I got to get this work done," I smile, turning back to the screen.

"Riley!" He begs.

"Shut up please," A random student hisses from the table behind me.

"Oh sorry," James apologises. He turns back to me, "I drove all the way to my parents house and then all the way home to get changed and come here to university only to have to struggle to find parking outside,"

"Cute,"

James leans back with a smile, "Thanks, I know I am,"

"But later," I repeat

He sighs, slumping in the swivel chair. He spins himself around to pass the time until the librarian comes in our direction.

"Excuse me but you can't eat in the library," She tells James, noticing the spaghetti left out in the open.

"Oh I'm not eating, Miss. This is for my girlfriend," He points to me. I roll my eyes.

"Do you even go here?" The librarian asks

"Um..." James glances at me and then back at the lady, "No, not really,"

"This library is only for students enrolled at the university, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to leave,"

"Oh yeah, sure," He replies.

I don't know why but they seem to have a Mexican standoff because James doesn't get up to leave and neither does the lady walk away to go... deal with books.

Nothing seems to be happening.

"You know what?" I say, "I'll just go out and have lunch with you,"

James smiles and takes my hand, "Perfect,"

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this was short but it was something ;)