A quietly attractive woman is bent over a large desk; intently studying a computer screen. She breaks from this concentration, and announces into an intercom, "Attention patrons we will be closing in ten minutes; please bring your final selections to the check out desk."
For the next eight minutes or so, people file calmly to the desk and are efficiently checked out. The woman looks expectantly at the clock as the last patron files out.
She is just about to shut down the computer; when a deep voice startles her, "Tell me I have one more moment ... please."
She looks up and almost blushes. A tall attractive, dark haired man is smiling at her.
"Well, I guess I could fit you in," she says, smiling.
He looks intently into her eyes; she suddenly feels self-conscious and warm.
"Well, let's get to your books," she says.
She begins to handle his selections; a book on photography, a history book. She blushes as she picks up a book on mythology with an old world painting of a pair of nude lovers. He takes note of her blush and smiles; chuckling inside. It is refreshing to see a woman in her forties who is still a bit bashful. She reaches for the last book. It is a coffee table photo book on Venice. They begin to make a little idle chatter, seeing as they both had been to Venice in their younger days.
She is engrossed in him, his easy likeability, his intelligence and of course his sexy masculinity. Suddenly she realizes that it has grown quiet. She notes that all the patrons are gone, and the other library clerks also. They have even turned off the lights in the main areas of the library.
"Well, I should let you get home," she says.
"I'm enjoying this discussion. Couldn't we continue a bit longer?" he replies.
She hesitates. She notes the extra bit of interest in his statement.
"Well, I suppose I could stay a bit longer."
"Let's go over there, where we can sit down," she says.
He follows her, noting the curve of her body, and her movements with interest. She leads him to a dimly lit seating area with slightly plush seats, and tables. They find seats and continue talking. Each telling the other of their travels in Europe and the youthful times they enjoyed.
She is only half way listening to him. She studies his handsome face and the way he moves. She feels emotion stirring within her. A slight warm excitement she hasn't felt for a while. While quite attractive, she ventures out seldom and her slight reticence keeps her from being noticed at times. It has been a long time; since she enjoyed a man's attentions.
He pauses in his conversation, looks at her and smiles. He asks her a question. She suddenly breaks away from her examination of him; realizing he has questioned her.
