Library Strangers

Chapter 3

Being the mouse Ella is, she was doubtful she would ever get a chance to actually talk to him. But only hope maybe he would talk to her. Meanwhile she would read her book while making subtle glances at the boy. And though she looked focused on her book, she was reading senselessly. Nothing she read stuck, it was really just her eyes that scanned the page and took them in, her mind was elsewhere.

In her mind she was reading the same book, only thing different is that she was actually paying attention to it. She heard footsteps but ignored it, then a close deep voice spoke:
"Hello."

Looking up the smile I love responded and they chatted for the while. Becoming acquaintances, to associates, to friends and more.

What would we do? How would we hang out? She thought only to ponder and imagine them both, back-to-back on the couch reading for hours only enjoying each other's company in the silence of turning pages.
They would walk together, in the cold weather just laughing and talking to each other. Getting to know each other—just being with each other.

He looks like an okay guy... Okay, more than an 'okay' guy. A swell guy. Maybe he's a student here?  She would expect him to be, seeing as this was the second college library. This one wasn't very popular compared to the first library nor was it as big, but many did come here  in small groups and dispersed around the large one-story building.

They could sit outside together, once again just being with each other. Laughing at each other, with each other. Maybe even standing in her small excuse for kitchen just smiling at each other as one made funny dish. Or a date; something she hadn't thought of. A date. Standing and chatting under the fairy lights of the patio of Anthony's in Birds songs Park. A fairly popular hang out spot for most of the students, not that she had ever been herself but she had seen the lights many times on her walks.

She felt like she was 13, creating imaginary scenarios for crush. If she could consider it a crush. She just happened to think some guy was cute and liked that he also seemed obsessed with reading. Not a crush right?

Suddenly she realized her eyes had never left the boy. The entire time she had been off in her daydream she was staring at the him. In a rush to save whatever elegance she thought she had after openly drooling over the tenant she returned to her book, changing her position from looking at him to a line of shelves. She prayed silently he hadn't noticed her at all.