I sat at my table, my hands clasped together and sitting in front of me. Every few seconds I'd look out the window, hoping to see Patrick walking down the street and towards the coffee shop where I waited for him.

"You okay? You haven't even touched your muffin." Evelyn's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at her, she was wiping down the table next to me, the wet rag leaving lines of water across the table. "Just waiting." I shrugged, turning back to the window.

"For?" She questioned, pulling out the chair in front of me and sitting down. The same chair Patrick had sat in a day before. "Just that boy," I mumbled, poking my muffin with my index finger. "You like him, don't you?" She questioned, a fond smile on her face.

"I barely know him," She looked at me before sighing. "I can tell you two have a lot in common, it's like you two were made for each other." She said before standing up and walking back to the counter.

The sound of the door being opened filled my ears and I looked up, hoping to see Patrick. But it was a young woman, a small child holding her hand. I smiled at the two, earning a giggle from the little boy. The mother didn't notice.

As they walked to the counter I looked away and out the window, just in time to see Patrick walking towards the cafe. But before he got to the building he stopped and walked into the library, disappearing as fast as he appeared.

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"Bye, Tom." I called to the night janitor, sending him a small wave before I walked out of the school and into the cold air. I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I'd worn an extra sweater this morning.

I walked down the street, seeing a few couples going for late night walks, or people sitting on benches just enjoying the outside world. I checked my watch, seeing it was forty minutes after eight. I had stayed late to do some extra work.

When I looked back up I noticed I was now nearing the library. The same one that Patrick worked at. I know it would be quite strange, maybe even creepy, if I just walked in at this hour looking for him.

But maybe he doesn't know that I know he works here. So I'll just walk in, and if I happen to run into him I can play it off as a coincidence. So with that I pushed open the big wooden door and walked in, being met with high ceilings and rows upon rows of bookshelves.

I walked deeper into the building, the only sound being my shoes tapping against the polished floor. I came to a stop in front of the big desk that sat in the middle of the room, where the librarian would sit, but there was nobody there.

I walked past it and made my way down the rows of bookshelves, stopping in the Psychology section. I looked through the books, picking up one about different mental disorders. "Pete?" The voice startled me and I dropped the book, causing it to make a loud thud.

The person that said my name reached down and picked it up before handing it back to me. And I took this time to realize it was Patrick. "Here, you dropped this. I didn't mean to startle you." He said apologetically, handing me the book.

"Sorry hi, it's okay." I chuckled, putting the book back on the shelf. "You're not gonna get it?" He questioned, nodding at the book. "No, I was just looking around." I replied with a small shrug, to which Patrick just nodded.

"So what brings you to the library at," he looked at his watch, "almost nine o'clock?" I bit my lip, thinking of an answer. "Honestly, I just wanted to see you again." Patrick's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, looking almost red against his pale skin.

"That makes two of us." He smiled, now it was me that was blushing. "Yeah, I just noticed you didn't come into the coffee shop today." I said, causing his smile to falter a bit. "I was running late for work, I didn't have time to get anything." He chuckled.

"Would you like to get something now?" I asked, biting my lip. "Sure, I would really like that, but my shift doesn't end for another half hour." He sighed, leaning against the bookshelf. "Would you mind if I stayed with you until then?" I asked. "Not at all."

So the two of us walked over to where the couches and chairs were, Patrick sat down on the brown leather couch while I sat in a red chair next to him. "I just realized something." I said quietly, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What's that?"

"I never told you my name." I said. Patrick blinked at me before letting out a chuckle. "Yeah, you never did. But I heard the barista, I believe her name is Evelyn, say your name a few times." He replied. "Oh, that makes sense."

"Yeah, I probably should've mentioned that sooner. I don't want you to think I'm some creep." He giggled, a smile on his face. And as I took in all his features I realized something.

I'm starting to fall for the boy with the glasses.