Matt sat at the little table in the corner of the public library with a book in his hands. He wasn’t paying attention to the book though. No, he was paying attention to you at the reference desk. The way your face brightens when a patron talks to you and you’re explaining to them whatever library lingo it is that spills from your lips with your hair in the cutest little bow, your hair flowing around your shoulders. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He knew he was staring a little too intently for far too long, but how could he not? He was the bad boy who sold and smoked weed and nothing going for him, but fuck, did he want to get to know you and learn everything about you.

That’s when the patron walked away, leaving you alone for a moment. Your eyes met and your cheeks immediately turned a dark shade of pink as you noticed he was checking you out.

Now was Matt’s chance to talk to you. He stood up from his spot, book in hand, and walked over to you. He flashed you a sly smirk, noticing how you were even more beautiful up close. He leaned his body forward with the palms of his hands against the surface of the desk.

“Hey pretty librarian, could you give me the wifi password?”