You were sat in a corner in the Floor of Art with Netzach, drinking beer and just talking about life - what you thought of your jobs, other librarians, whatever you could think of.

That was until you had one too many beers, and you lost focus, instinctively reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, realising what you'd done just a moment too late.

Netzach's eyes widened, looking up at you with a hazy intrigue, his face reddening a little more - and this time, not from the beer.