You look up from your book as someone takes a seat nearby yours in the reading area. Engrossed in your book as you had been you hadnt noticed the library had accumulated a handful of hangers on, browsing quietly.
Looking around quickly before going back to your book, you lock eyes with a bearded gentleman browsing the fiction sections; his eyes locking on your own for just a second. A flash of a smile. Then he turns away and you bury your head back into your book.
But that smile. You think about it, more of a sideways smirk honestly. The more you let your mind think about it the more you remember those piercing blue eyes, almost knowingly looking back into yours.
The butterflies start dancing in your tummy as you consider it. You realize you’ve read the same line at least a handful of times, those eyes still on your mind, butterflies intensifying into a swarm as you think about that smile. That damned smile.
Blood rushing in your ears, you squirm as you realize that’s not butterflies; you’re litterally buzzing thinking about him.