“What’s your name?” she asked.
Her voice was like a warm breeze to Zack, a relief from the chilly air of the library, washing over him as her eyes moved over his facial features. Zack swallowed and answered, turning back towards the bookshelves.
“Zack.”
“Zach,” she repeated. “What’s that short for? Zacharias?”
“Zackalicious.”
Zack turned to see her reaction. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and looked away from him, but he noticed that she was unable to hold back a tiny smile. He looked away from her too, and there was a short silence.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Emma,” she replied, turning back towards the bookshelf.
“What’s that short for? Emmanuel?”
He heard a snort, and turned back towards Emma, just in time to see her look at him, a smirk on her face. He felt strangely proud. Emma took a step towards him. Zack turned to face her as she took another step, and then another, her smirk growing. Finally, she stood less than a foot away, her height causing her to look slightly up at him.
“Do you usually get hard while browsing library bookshelves, Zackalicious?” she whispered.