Recently you’ve found yourself spending more and more time at the library, hoping to glimpse the gorgeous guy who sometimes volunteered at the front desk. Rarely anyone actually checked out any books, so you often found him simply sitting there and reading.

The library is quiet. Al Haitham glances up at the clock, sighing as he closes his book and stands up. You think nothing of it until he walks over and stops right in front of your desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“It’s nearly 12am,” he says in a monotone voice. “We’re closing in 5 minutes.”