Cute. Tall, dark, and handsome type. He dresses nice too. One of those guys you can tell tries to keep his appearance up. He looks intensely at his notes and dell laptop screen, studying, memorizing, reading. The pen in his ear twitches as he raises his full dark eyebrows in contemplation or realization.
The quietness is so loud it's distracting.
She looks at him again. Almost staring. As soon as he looks up, she acts as if she was looking at something else. He feels his warm stare on her face. She contently types more on her computer, making sure he can see her face even more with her extremely useful seat where everything he does is visible. Out of her peripheral vision she notices he's gone back to work. She watches him carefully, prepared to quickly glance out the window at the large grassy hill and slightly budding trees. He looks at her again and her preparation pays off until he gives her a sideways smile and an eyebrow raise.
The couple sitting on the outside hill cuddling in the freezing wind, studying, don't move.
He picks up his things and moves over. Keeping the same look on his face the whole time. He speaks to her in the silent words made for the library and takes the seat directly in front of her. The words don't come to her mouth, but the same expression is sitting gently on her face.
He motions over to the large shelves in the back of the library and mouths that he wants to show her something. They stand up and walk towards the ominous dusty shelves in the back. Her heart thumps loudly in her ears as she slowly begins to realize what is happening. Her stomach twists in knots as he takes the back of her head gently in his hand and pulls her closer. Closer. Until she slowly blinks.
He picks up his things and places them in his backpack and walks away.
