The weekend morning started, and Steven read his alarm clock.

Saturday, May 7th, 20▓▓.

His alarm always glitched out on the weekends.

Steven started to feel for Lorraine under the covers and found her under-boob. He started a conversation.

“Hey. I think I want to go out tonight.”

Lorraine rolled over and spoke, “I have to work until 5.”

Then we can leave at 7 or 7:30” he wanted to make sure she was OK with this. She nodded and nodded back off. She wouldn’t have to get up for another hour, and she was making the most of it.

Steven felt around in the jacket he wore the other day. He still felt the little bump in his pocket. He had wanted to ask her for a few months, now. However, with all of the assignments that needed to be graded, books that needed to be sorted, and men that needed to be forgotten about, they both became a little sidetracked.

Lorraine shifted out of bed exactly one hour later, no later. The alarm device was programmed to pull sheets and make their respective side colder or warmer. She tossed, turned, and flopped out of bed with all the energy of a hurricane.

She got herself dressed, sliding on a bigger shirt over her tank top, and left for the library. The library was mostly quiet, not because of the ‘silence’ policy, but because of the emptiness. This book place was filled more with employees than readers, but that was fine. Thomas, Lorraine’s manager, starting blindly talking to her.

She got used to this. A lot. He knew that she was seeing someone, and she was starting to suspect that flirting was the only respectful way he could talk to women not related to him.

A book slipped out of her hand, and he tried to catch it. As he was standing back up, his head hit the corner of the counter.

Reflexes don’t save spatial skills, apparently.

The few times that she did see someone new were when people like him came in.

Mr. Steven Potter, a foreign language teacher with red hair, and a bearish-like body. It was practically love at first sight. Or, really, infatuation. The love came a little later when they went on their first date.

After food from a bar, they went back to her place. Yet, whatever made it turn sexual soon evaporated. They laid next to each other, and that had felt more orgasmic than an orgasm.

Thomas was not that kind of man. He was tall and lanky, with a cool personality. He was always the attention grabber, which drove her insane, considering how lacking he was in the personality department.

If you’d spilled wine on Thomas, he’d take off his overcoat and somehow look even more attractive; however, if you’d spilled wine on Steven, he’d take off his coat and laugh. God knows he’s spilled wine on himself more times than he’d let on. There’s just more substance with Steven. She liked his sweaty, shy charm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a young girl run through the middle of the library, pushing over a shelf and knocking down an entire block of books. She tried to walk to the blonde girl, but she disappeared without a trace. She was left to pick up the mess.

She got off of work and made it home just in time for … 7:45. Steven knew this and was fine with it.