“Would you like to go?” he asks.
I shrug. “Maybe. Here you go.” I hand him his library card.
“Thanks,” he whispers.
“You’re welcome.”
Something doesn’t feel right. Why isn’t he leaving? “Do you need something else?” I ask him, puzzled.
That’s strange. I think I see his cheeks redden. Is it possible?
“I’d like to…I’d like to know your name.”
Oh, that’s a good one! I blink and wonder if I understood him right.
“My name?” I ask, nervously.
“Yes, but only if you won’t have to kill me after you tell me,” Sean jokes.
“Ryan.” I can’t wait to put an end to this…thing. Whatever it is.
“So, Ryan, nice to meet you.” Still smiling, he offers me his hand.
I shake it with little enthusiasm. “My…pleasure.”
“I’m not sure that’s so, but I’ll settle for it,” Sean replies, pulling back his hand. “See you, then. I promise I won’t keep the book for too long, okay?”
“Okay.” What’s wrong with him, wanting to talk to me so much?