Susan paced the library, reading the titles. She had no interest in reading right now. Natalie had been called away during dinner. Susan excused herself soon afterwards. She had gone back to her room, only to find the door locked. She didn't know where Natalie had gone and who else would have a key.
She was running her fingertips over the spins when she heard a stack of books crash behind her. She turned around to see a young man picking the books up. She went over and knelt down to help him.
"Thank you. I can't believe how clumsy I am this evening." He smiled and looked up. Susan recognized the blue eyes that had been watching her during dinner.
"You're welcome." Susan stood up and brushed her hands against her dress.
He stood up as well, leaving the pile of books forgotten on the floor. "I don't think that we have been properly introduced. I am Mark."
He held out his hand. Susan took it, shaking briefly before letting go. "Susan."
"Well, Susan, it has been a pleasure meeting you. If there is anything that I can do for you,please don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you. I better be going." She walked away, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She made it to the door before she stopped, remembering why she had come to the library in the first place. She turned back around to face him. "Actually, I could use one small favor."
"Ask away."
"By any chance you wouldn't happen to have a key to my door, would you? Natalie locked before we came down to dinner."
He walked to the door and opened. He took a few steps out of the library before turning around to look at her. "Are you coming or not?"
Susan nodded her head and followed after him. The trip back to her room was silent. He stopped at the door and waited for her to catch up with him. He watched her as she kept her eyes on the ground, lost in thought.
He took his finger and placed it under her chin, tilting her head back to look at him. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I don't know. Probably nothing." She watched as he stuck the key in the door and turned it.
"I will send for you, then." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips before she had a chance to step back. Susan didn't say anything, choosing instead to go into her room and shut the door.
She washed the make-up off of her face and crawled into bed. The drawers were still locked, forcing her to sleep in her dress.