You were a regular at your public library, always borrowing books to feed into your bookish desires. Every time you went to the library, you always saw the same, stone-faced librarian sitting at the desk - Blake Richardson. He was probably the only reason girls from your old college classes even went to the library. He would be handsome if he wasn't always brooding.

He rarely spoke to you when you'd check out books, and you often wondered if he was judging your tastes. You found it intimidating, and eventually, you began to use the self-checkout...until it broke. You didn't know how, and Blake never made any attempt to fix it, so when you went to check out books, you were forced to go up to him.

He took your book and card. As he scanned it, he spoke in a low, gravelly voice that you'd never heard before. "Not checking out the whole library today?"