There's a boy a few tables over that's been staring at him the minute he sat down and every time Paul looks up to check his watch or stretch, or whatever, their eyes meet for almost a second and the guy's mouth twists into this impish kind of grin, or maybe its more of a smirk. Whatever. Paul's trying to memorize names and dates and other bullshit for his Anthropology final on Wednesday and he's been staring at the same paragraph for the last fifty minutes for some reason.
Running his fingers through his hair, Paul shoves his laptop into his bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. There's a coffee shop on the bottom floor of the library. Maybe if he gets some caffeine in him he'll be able to concentrate better.
He takes the elevator down and digs around in his back pocket for his wallet, pulling out the gift card his mom gave him for his birthday.
"You're not seriously going to drink coffee from there, are you?" A voice behind him says, too close for Paul's comfort zone. There's a reason personal bubbles exist and this guy is totally breaking that rule. "They don't serve any Fair Trade coffee. Like, at all. I checked."
"Fair Trade?" Paul turns around. "What?" Oh great, the smirky guy from the library. Just what he needed.
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um, tag? you're it? lol
Date: 2010-05-25 05:28 am (UTC)Running his fingers through his hair, Paul shoves his laptop into his bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. There's a coffee shop on the bottom floor of the library. Maybe if he gets some caffeine in him he'll be able to concentrate better.
He takes the elevator down and digs around in his back pocket for his wallet, pulling out the gift card his mom gave him for his birthday.
"You're not seriously going to drink coffee from there, are you?" A voice behind him says, too close for Paul's comfort zone. There's a reason personal bubbles exist and this guy is totally breaking that rule. "They don't serve any Fair Trade coffee. Like, at all. I checked."
"Fair Trade?" Paul turns around. "What?" Oh great, the smirky guy from the library. Just what he needed.