it started out small.

You went to the library close to her house every single Saturday and Wednesday.

you sat at the same table in the corner in the sun, wore the same cardigan, and had the same pen behind your ear.

One day while you were browsing for a new book to read, your fingers brushed her across the shelf as you both reached for the same book. The one with a worn down hardcover and a lot if beauty.

You both blushed. You gave it to her.

and when you got there the next Saturday, that same book was neatly sitting on the table, a note on the top of it.

Beautiful book for a beautiful girl

You blushed.

Then she started leaving books for you every morning before you arrived.

She'd leave sweet notes between the pages, doodle on sticky notes.

It was silent flirting.

You began to look forward to hearing from her.

When you sat down today, you looked down at the book.

It was hardcover. Beat up and worn down.

when you opened it and started to rifle through its delicate pages, you saw a crumpled up piece of paper.

It was marked with a red kiss -- and Jenna had written in cursive.

perhaps you might like this. Its mysterious, like you.

You smiled down at it.

And started to read it.

you had just reached the end of the second chapter, when you heard a voice.

"I thought you might like it,"

and when you looked up, there was Jenna, in all her glory.

A scarf hung loosely from her neck, which she unraveled and placed gingerly beside you.

Her smile was sincere. Her brown-eyed gaze was only on you.