Every Friday I saw her in this library. Throughly looking over the books and selecting a few, only to come back the next Friday and find a new collection. Pretending to read a book I looked over the pages to her, I needed to do something. She stood on her tippy toes reaching for a book, I pushed down my nerves and walked over. Putting one hand on her waist and the other grabbing the book that was just out of her reach.

“Here you are, Princess…”

When her eyes met mine I blushed madly.