I saw her for the first time through the bookshelves.

She was small and Asian, with a trim figure, a tight skirt, jet-black hair pulled into a long ponytail, smooth skin, and dark eyes. She was cute, but in a studious way.

I thought nothing else of her, since I was studying for my finals in the university library. I had so much work to catch up on after too much drinking, partying, and wasting time, so I committed myself to hitting the library each and every night, staying long after most of the students, even the most enthusiastic, had left. But she was always there. It seemed her shifts at the library coincided with my study time, and the section she was assigned to just happened to match my field, biology.

After a few days, I began to watch her as she stretched on her tiptoes, reaching to return a... Read More