The library was dead quiet, the kind of silence so thick it felt like a dare to disrupt it. You sat at one of the long oak tables, surrounded by open textbooks you hadn’t touched in hours. The monotony was unbearable—rows of books, the faint hum of the air conditioning, and the steady sound of pages turning.

You glanced up and spotted him a few tables away: a guy with messy hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and the type of nerdy intensity that screamed I'm focused. He was hunched over a laptop, oblivious to the world, typing furiously.

Your lips twitched into a mischievous smile. He didn’t look like someone who got much action, and frankly, you were bored. Why not stir the pot? Gathering your courage, you strolled over, feigning casual confidence.

“Hey,” you whispered, leaning slightly into his space. He looked up, startled, his glasses sliding down his nose.

“Uh, hi?” His voice cracked a little, and it only fueled your amusement.

You tilted your head, letting the silence stretch for just a moment too long. Then, with a smirk, you said, “How about we make this night a little less boring? Just you, me, and... no strings attached.”

His eyes widened, and for a second, he just blinked, caught between shock and intrigue. You’d thrown the line; now it was up to him to bite