In the public library

Have you ever noticed, that the biggest impacts, are the ones you never see coming? The ones that you never expect?

The car that blindsides you, and lands you in the hospital? The thunderstorm the weatherman said would just miss you, which proceeds to wreck your roof and windows? The old man you chat with on your front porch one morning, inviting a pack of dwarves to tea with you so they can take you off on a quest to kill a dragon?

Um, wait, that hasn't happened here, in this reality, or yours. Where was I going with this?.....

Ummmhrgmgr. Well, I suppose it will come to me in due time. Regardless, on with the first part of our story, and I'll see you later.

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It was a gorgeous spring morning, the sun shining up amidst a cerulean sky, with puffy white clouds floating above. The air was crisp and cool with a warm breeze evening things out, carrying a wiff of fresh grass and newly blossoming plants (intermingled with some slight exhaust fumes, but you didn't mind much). All in all, a perfect day.

Which you were going to spend at the public library.

.....

Hey, it's your spring break, you can spend it how you want!

Anyway....

On your way in, you had to drop off some books and a DVD, and made a quick stop at the drop box. And then you spotted her, the Goddess of Sexy Librarians herself, Jasmine Brown, manning the front desk.

She had luscious chocolate hair, done up in a bun, which contrasted perfectly with her creamy skin, and rich brown eyes, peering from behind her delicate glasses that accentuated her facial features. And her beautiful, curvy figure was emphasized by a tight blouse/cardigan combo, pencil skirt and tight black leggings. She was the subject of many a perverted teenage fantasy for years, yours and most of the teenage boys' in the area.

Now, you knew it was stupid to try and flirt with her, that she would turn you down. Not only was she in her thirties, and way out of you league, you were a terrible flirt (heck, not any kind of flirt!). But, being a hormone addled 20 something (virgin) in the middle of college, you decided you were going to try anyway. After all, you had to live a little and these were your best years. Besides, fortune favors the brave.

So, with your head up and shoulders back, you marched to the front desk...

And completely chickened out when you met her gaze.

You wilted and walked the rest of the way, putting your items on the desk and gave her a meek, "Good morning, Miss Jasmine."

Silence. She was frozen, staring directly at you, as if seeing you for the first time, and you were something utterly shocking. She gained a luminescent blush and suddenly seemed a bit uncomfortable, awkward, and she quickly looked away from you.

"Oh, umm, good morning, Mister...?"

"Doe, Miss Jasmine. John Doe," you answered, trying to channel your inner James Bond and save what remained of your pride, and wound up sounding like a doofus.

"Oh."

You were both quiet for a moment before she reached for your books. "Are you, returning these? Renewing?" she stammered, trying to break the tension. "Returning," you replied. She wordlessly grabbed her scanner and got to her work.

Well. This had gotten awkward really fast. You quickly decided to get away from there, and launched a retreat into the library's maze of shelves.