I’m in love with the librarian.

In the centre of the city amidst the bustle of everyday life stands a quiet aged building. It is beautifully designed with a long tiled path, decorated with old statues that lead to the entrance. On the ground floor there is the luring scent of baking from the cafe, and the murmur of students chatting in the lounge area.

 Past the info desk there is the stairs one leading down to the audio and DVD area, then another leading up. From there you are in the children’s section, filled with splashes of colour and chatter. If you turn right it’s the young adult fiction sector, the most popular in the library. I turn left, general fiction.

That’s where he is, always sitting behind the computer or shelving the books. This time it’s the latter.

As he bent down to grab a pile of books, his fringe drifted to his large doe eyes. He placed the books into the correct sections, and then pushed up the rolled up sleeves of his plaid top. With it opened to reveal a casual white v-neck, and his black jeans and shoes he didn’t exactly look like he worked here.

An old woman approached him in a hurry, “Hyunseung-ah, where are the historic newsletter kept again?”

He gave her a meek smile, “Third floor.”

He usually doesn’t say more than necessary, he’s quite introverted. I walked past him to a desk hidden in the corner, and pondered over my predicament. He probably hasn’t even acknowledged my existence; he always seemed to be daydreaming about one thing or another.

With a deep sigh I shoved my face into my studies, now isn’t the time to be worrying over love when I had exams coming up. I barely passed the last one as it is.

“Miss, do you need some help?” A soft voice asked and I looked up startled to find my crush staring down at me. Great, I’ve been coming to the library for months now and the one time he does approach me it’s when I have my head stuck between the pages of a book.

“I-I’m fine.” I replied trying to tidy up my notes that had drifted across the table. He helped me out picked them up and glancing over a few.

“Are you majoring in music as well?”

I looked up elated that we had something in common, “Yeah, I have study for the upcoming exams.”

He looked over my papers and glanced at my distressed expression, “Do you need any help? I’d be glad to tutor you since I’m in my second year.”

Strugglin