The lovely foxerica prompted: Bericaaaa at a library. Erica’s super forward and asks, “Can I check /you/ out?” :3
Erica loved working at the library.
It had, of course, never even remotely been part of her plans for the future. Gainful employment there had been some sort of odd but happy accident. One day she’d been rooting through a shelf of incredibly dated cookbooks for something that didn’t look like it belonged in her grandmother’s basement and the next she’d been asked if she was interested in the open library clerk position by an incredibly harried older librarian wearing really nice boots. She accepted right there, standing in the aisle holding a Weight Watchers International Cookbook from 1977.
Being a clerk meant a lot of time reshelving and reorganising books, answering patron questions about where to find things, helping people of all ages with the computers, and circulation desk duties. She didn’t like working the circ desk much, given that her shifts were generally either agonizingly boring or incredibly busy. Which, to be honest, was just about everyone’s opinion of working the desk.
One of her favorite parts of working at the library, aside from how much more social it had been helping to make her since she started working there nearly two years previously, was when whoever was on the circ desk came to the back room to tell the rest of the staff that there was a hot guy in the library.
Today was no exception. Braeden, the adult programming librarian, had come to the back with a smirk on her face and immediately sat on the edge of the processing desk and announced in a quiet voice that a hot guy had just walked in and immediately, half the staff had bolted towards the front, slowing to a casual walk like they hadn’t gotten up to check out the aforementioned hot guy.
Erica waited a moment, sharing an eye roll with Derek, the director, before getting up to check him out herself.
Of course, by that time her fellow staff members were murmuring about him as they trickled back into the back. Her curiosity was definitely piqued.
She walked out to see the hot quiet guy from her Chem class walking up to the desk with one of the cookbooks she’d recommended the library purchase in his hand. Braeden leaned into the desktop with a predatory smile on her face and Erica just reacted.
She pounced on the open circ computer on the other side of the desk and asked loudly, “Can I check you out?”
She flashed her teeth at him and tried to look as confident as that statement made her sound. She’d been trying to figure out how to ask him out for ages.
He smiled at her as he moved from Braeden’s side of the desk and handed her his card. She was fairly certain she was blushing as she took his card and scanned it, but she met his eyes anyway.
“Vernon?” Erica teased with a little smile when his information came up.
“You can call me Boyd.”
“Planning on cooking me something delicious for our first date, Boyd?” She asked, internally wincing on the fact that she’d actually asked that out loud.
“Depends. When do you get off?”