She is wearing those black, half moon glasses
that I like so much. Her hair is short and sort of sheared
to the side. As she moves around the desk I can see her edges are sharp in places, smooth in others. Aerodynamic
. She clicks on the keyboard while standing, half leaning, effortless. Although she wears very little makeup
she has taken the time to draw a burgundy line around her lips, putting them in perspective
. After six trips to the help desk
in three days I have picked up a great deal of details. I wish her name was Liz-beth or Rochelle, but it is Ann
. Seems really not-exotic
, but she is a librarian
, so I don't know why I am surprised.
It's about four minutes before close and she is taping on her Snoopy watch and looking out the glass doors.
Waiting for a ride? A carriage somewhere?
Suddenly she turns to look at me and I realize that yes, I have been staring, and my stack of research books are unopended and no defense. I try and rework my grimace into a grin. Nope.
But now is the surprise, a smile and a blush. A quick look down and then back. A wipe at the brow and another smile. Yikes! I am electrocuted. I walk over slowly, in case I have misjudged the signs.
She gives me her best Library science finger to the lips and with a sly grin, writes me a note on the back of a sign out card. It says:
When you are wanting something badly
you should ask nicely or someone
might think you are acting wantonly.