Don sat back in the library, trying to keep his eyes on his philosophy book. The words wouldn’t stick in his brain. He sighed. The reason why a subject typically interesting to him caused strife was how he watching the beautiful woman in the shelves. Don was trying not to stare. His ma said it was rude to stare. But she was so much more interesting to look at than Aristotle. Don wouldn’t dare approach her, though. Not a chance. A girl like that wouldn’t go for a guy like him.