The Next Morning
The next morning Mary sat in the library in complete silence, her head down on her desk with her eyes closed.
"Why did I let Gray convince me to drink more," she wondered, "I never drink."
She had never been so thankful that the library was slow, quiet, and tranquil. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew the bell on the door rang, and a strong hand was on her shoulder.
"Hey, Mary, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Gray asked her softly, a look of genuine concern in his deep blue eyes.