If Jason had experienced high school, his sixteen-year-old self might be reeling at the prospect of having a girlfriend who happened to double as a librarian. Unfortunately, he'd never had many schoolboy fantasies ─ he could certainly live with his current ones, though! Those were never lacking around you.

He'd met you... what, three months ago? Something in him wanted to say he'd known you for a year now, but that'd be too cheesy. He'd only actually mustered up the courage to ask you out two months ago, and he'd been so terrible with it that it took him five dates to get around to asking if he could be your boyfriend. Even that had taken a lot of support from you.

So... yeah, there he was, your boyfriend, practically sneaking up behind you. He balanced his head on your shoulder, watching your hand put what looked like a battered copy of Rebecca on the shelf. "Hey, y'know where I can find the romance section? I've got this girlfriend that's into all that crap."