of the library to spot anything interesting up there. Wish me luck.”
She zoomed out of the aisle before I could say anything.
“Do not stare,” I
whispered loudly after her, although I knew it would do no good. I watched her
as she strolled so slowly and casually towards the children’s books that
anybody could see she was casing the place. Unfortunately, there was also the
fact that checking out the balcony meant looking up while you’re walking.
“CeCe! Look out!”
I whisper shouted, but she was too far away to hear.
Wham! She slammed
into a tall metal garbage can. They both toppled over onto the floor. For a
minute it looked as if they were wrestling with each other, but since the trash
can wouldn’t fight back, I suspected CeCe would win – eventually. Thank
goodness she wore her navy pants today. A skirt would have been much worse,
and I should know. CeCe finally struggled to her feet and gave the garbage
receptacle a light kick. She glanced back at me and gave me a small nod, as if
to say things were well in hand.
Oh, yeah. I could
see that.
There were a few
snickers from people nearby, but thankfully the commotion was not enough to
draw anyone’s attention from the second floor balcony. The casual stroll was
taking forever, but finally CeCe made it to the children’s section under the
balcony. She immediately flattened herself against the wall, put her hand to
her chest, and flashed me a Whew, I made it! smile.
I smiled back.
You gotta love her.
CeCe suddenly started
making all these wild motions with her hands. She was pointing and waving as
she mouthed something. What IS she trying to say? He must be up there, or
what’s up with all the wild motions? But what IS she saying? I couldn’t stand
it. I had to know. So I decided to just take my own little casual stroll and
ask.
I checked out the
balcony. All clear. I was going in. My stroll was swifter but every bit as
casual as CeCe’s. I was doing good. Definitely pulling off inconspicuous.
Cool as a cucumber. About halfway to CeCe I glanced back up at the balcony,
and there was Luke standing at the rail, staring right at me. All my casual
immediately left me, and I turned into super dork. I froze to the spot and
just stared at him. I hoped my mouth wasn’t open, but I honestly couldn’t tell
you.
My brain was
supposed to be working on the calm, cool, casual image I wanted to project, but
instead it was thinking that he had changed his clothes. Now he was wearing
jeans and a green t-shirt that said Smile, trees love you . Where does
he shop? Because his shirt is incredibly flattering, my brain continued as it
disobeyed me. I can never find anything that fits me that nicely. Wow, he
must work out or something. His navy shirt this morning didn’t really do
justice to his muscles, but they’re kind of hard to miss in that t-shirt.
Which reminds me, maybe I should join a gym. He’s in really good shape. I
mean, that is an awesome flat stomach. Of course if I joined a gym my stomach
could be flat like that. Yeah, that’s all I was really thinking when I looked
at him. I needed to get an exercise program and build a little muscle. Probably
not as much as him because he has LOTS of muscle. LOTS.
As he leaned over
the rail, he waved and smiled. I should have lost the deer-in-the-headlights
look I knew I was sporting. I should have fluttered my fingers and grinned back
at him, but hormones are powerful things. Who was I, Superwoman? I sensed
that if I looked up swoon-worthy in the dictionary, I’d see his picture
smiling back at me. I just stood there and stared until he motioned something
to me. It appeared to be “wait there, while I come down.”
He turned and
walked away from the railing toward the stairs. My hormone induced paralysis
quickly turned to panic. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Just please don’t humiliate yourself,
Maggie. Take a
She zoomed out of the aisle before I could say anything.
“Do not stare,” I
whispered loudly after her, although I knew it would do no good. I watched her
as she strolled so slowly and casually towards the children’s books that
anybody could see she was casing the place. Unfortunately, there was also the
fact that checking out the balcony meant looking up while you’re walking.
“CeCe! Look out!”
I whisper shouted, but she was too far away to hear.
Wham! She slammed
into a tall metal garbage can. They both toppled over onto the floor. For a
minute it looked as if they were wrestling with each other, but since the trash
can wouldn’t fight back, I suspected CeCe would win – eventually. Thank
goodness she wore her navy pants today. A skirt would have been much worse,
and I should know. CeCe finally struggled to her feet and gave the garbage
receptacle a light kick. She glanced back at me and gave me a small nod, as if
to say things were well in hand.
Oh, yeah. I could
see that.
There were a few
snickers from people nearby, but thankfully the commotion was not enough to
draw anyone’s attention from the second floor balcony. The casual stroll was
taking forever, but finally CeCe made it to the children’s section under the
balcony. She immediately flattened herself against the wall, put her hand to
her chest, and flashed me a Whew, I made it! smile.
I smiled back.
You gotta love her.
CeCe suddenly started
making all these wild motions with her hands. She was pointing and waving as
she mouthed something. What IS she trying to say? He must be up there, or
what’s up with all the wild motions? But what IS she saying? I couldn’t stand
it. I had to know. So I decided to just take my own little casual stroll and
ask.
I checked out the
balcony. All clear. I was going in. My stroll was swifter but every bit as
casual as CeCe’s. I was doing good. Definitely pulling off inconspicuous.
Cool as a cucumber. About halfway to CeCe I glanced back up at the balcony,
and there was Luke standing at the rail, staring right at me. All my casual
immediately left me, and I turned into super dork. I froze to the spot and
just stared at him. I hoped my mouth wasn’t open, but I honestly couldn’t tell
you.
My brain was
supposed to be working on the calm, cool, casual image I wanted to project, but
instead it was thinking that he had changed his clothes. Now he was wearing
jeans and a green t-shirt that said Smile, trees love you . Where does
he shop? Because his shirt is incredibly flattering, my brain continued as it
disobeyed me. I can never find anything that fits me that nicely. Wow, he
must work out or something. His navy shirt this morning didn’t really do
justice to his muscles, but they’re kind of hard to miss in that t-shirt.
Which reminds me, maybe I should join a gym. He’s in really good shape. I
mean, that is an awesome flat stomach. Of course if I joined a gym my stomach
could be flat like that. Yeah, that’s all I was really thinking when I looked
at him. I needed to get an exercise program and build a little muscle. Probably
not as much as him because he has LOTS of muscle. LOTS.
As he leaned over
the rail, he waved and smiled. I should have lost the deer-in-the-headlights
look I knew I was sporting. I should have fluttered my fingers and grinned back
at him, but hormones are powerful things. Who was I, Superwoman? I sensed
that if I looked up swoon-worthy in the dictionary, I’d see his picture
smiling back at me. I just stood there and stared until he motioned something
to me. It appeared to be “wait there, while I come down.”
He turned and
walked away from the railing toward the stairs. My hormone induced paralysis
quickly turned to panic. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Just please don’t humiliate yourself,
Maggie. Take a
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