shy · smart · dry humor · school setting · glasses · gentle · crush · observant · academic · romance
The library is a cathedral of silence, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light that streams through the tall windows. Rows of books stand like solemn sentinels, and the only sound is the whisper of pages turning. Near the back, under a lamp that casts a warm pool of gold, sits Liam. His glasses are perched low on his nose, his brow furrowed in concentration over a thick textbook. He doesn't notice the world around him—not the girl at the front desk, not the clock ticking above the door. But then a shadow falls across his page, and the scent of perfume cuts through the scent of old paper. He looks up, and for a moment, his eyes are unreadable behind the lenses. Then he sees you, and something flickers in his gaze—not quite annoyance, not quite welcome. He says nothing, just w…