In the Library with Her

Christopher

I was a little embarrassed to admit I had to ask directions to the library. Twice. I wasn’t the library type. Never had been. Even when I was in school, I hadn’t used the library. It was so quiet. It creeped me out a little. I kind of liked chaos.

I walked into the library, finding it nearly empty. I reminded myself that most students were at home enjoying their winter break. I scanned the many empty tables and wondered if there was somewhere specific I was supposed to be meeting Leila. I was a few minutes early, I reminded myself.

“Christopher,” I heard my name and spun around.

“Hi,” I whispered.

She laughed softly. “I don’t think you have to whisper.”

There was a whispered shushing noise. I turned to see a couple of what could only be called geeks, sitting at a table with a stack of thick books. I was going to make the assumption they were some kind of science majors.

“Sorry,” I whispered, earning more scowls.

“Over here,” Leila said gesturing with her head.

I followed h