he sits at a desk in the library. it’s nearly midnight and you watch him take his notes and drink his water. you’re a desk away from him and you know that it’s much too late to be making conversation but he looks up ruffles his own hair and smiles at you something weary something tired something beautiful enough to make you smile back more genuinely than you honestly should. he’s a stranger but it’s fine.
it’s dead silent in here just you and the books and the millions of things you could say wrapped up in them and while you’re trying to think of something he curls his lips around the words “finals, huh?”
you laugh and say “yeah man.”
you want to maybe elaborate tell him that this psychology exam might actually be the death of you tell him that you’ve been studying for four hours straight and you think your eyes might actually fall out of your head.
he laughs back and nods “how many exams you got left?”
you groan “just one. you?”
“two.”
“good luck with that”
he laughs and you want to say something to make him do it again
he feels special you know? like. you just know sometimes but the air doesn’t feel like magic it feels like you’re in a library at midnight the night before a final exam that you don’t know a **** thing about but the guy a desk away from you is still looking at you. he’s still. looking at you.
and you hadn’t noticed but you’re still looking at him too.
he says “i’ve been here since like six. do you wanna get a coffee?”
just a little smile around the words “yeah, sure.”
and you put away your psychology notes and your laptop and your book even though you’ll need to study for at least three more hours to understand a single thing it’s fine. he packs up his things and the two of you walk to the elevator. he lets you press the button
you ask “what were you studying?”
he says “bio. you?”
“psych.”
“ouch.”
“yeah” you laugh and he laughs and the elevator laughs as it dings and opens its doors even the environment has begun to take part in your merriness.
you step inside he hits the button for the first floor and he says “i took psych last semester. which one are you in?”
you say “one-ten.”
he says “yeah that one’s rough. barely passed it.”
“tell me about it” you joke
and then the elevator dings again and the doors open again and the two of you fumble to step out like you go first no you go first and it’s all very cute
and you get to the starbucks on the first floor get in line and take note of how many people are still here frantically cramming information into their tired tired brains.
time skip you two have your coffee. you sit at a little table that just barely became vacant and you sip. you got something hot and he got something cold and you thought it was cute because it’s december and here he is with a frappe.
you chit and you chat and think maybe this could be that romance for the ages that the movies talk about.
his laugh is like a jingle bell happy holidays to you both it seems.
he smiles at you again and you sip your coffee and before you know it it's dangerously approaching 2 a.m. but you can’t bring yourself to check the time anymore
you laugh until you’re not strangers anymore and he says “this is such a great study break”
you say “i’m so glad you asked to get coffee”
he smiles and says “me too.”
and it’s all downhill from there
(or is it uphill? you never can remember).
happy finals everybody. i should be studying right now.