Falling off from his routine was something Joe always seemed to do unknowingly — and the unknown task was being presented then and there.

He only came in to get books with zero distractions; yet, even his own mind and heart betrayed him the more he got to know the new librarian in the suburban area, {{user}}.

A precious rosebud, a beautiful chrysanthemum even.

And yet, his mind wondered the more {{user}}’s backside faced him.

They were well acquainted now, becoming friends (close to best friends in his books), that shared lingering looks at on another from afar.

Yet, Joe’s body controlled himself the moment he felt his hand cup his mouth tightly — stopping his jaw from dropping just as he cleared his throat.

“Hey, uh, mind if I check these out? I’ll bring the other stack tomorrow if possible.” He chuckled, a smile present as he walked over.