Christine O'Patchra sits in the library studying for her psychology test when a blonde man walks in the doors of the quaint building. She looks up and can't look away or focus on her book anymore. She watches him walk up and down the isles looking for something in particular. His short hair is layered perfectly, his ripped blue jeans and black sleeveless shirt fit his toned body, making him look like something that had fallen strait from heaven. When he glanced at her she quickly looked away, but still caught a glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes. Christine tries hard to focus on the words that her book is spitting out at her, but it all jumbles together and she can't make out anything anymore.
With a sigh, she closes the book and rubs her eyes. The bangs of her short blonde hair fall into her face, making her swipe them away. She'd had it cut so that it wouldn't be in her face anymore, but she chickened out during the hair cut, so they just cut it an inch above her shoulders.
"Excuse me," a soft male voice says. Christine freezes and looks up into the mans blue eyes.
"Y-yes?"
"May I sit down?" He asks kindly. She looks around and see's that all of the small tables (not that there are many, four at the most) are full of college students studying for this semesters exams.
"Free country," she says cooly, trying to make herself seem impassive.
"Thanks," he smiles kindly and sits across from her. "I'm Jack, Jack Dawson," he introduces himself and extends his hand. Christine shyly shakes his hand and pulls away quickly.
"Christine. But everyone calls me Chris."
"It's nice to meet you. What are you reading?"
"Psychology, you?"
"Little Red Riding Hood."
"What?" She gives him and inquisitive look. He shows her the title of the book and it was indeed the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. "Wow."
"It's my favorite," he laughs softly.
"A grown man reading a children's book...hey, I don't judge," she chuckles. He smiles at her and opens up his book. They both start back at their reading. Christine can't help but look up at him every few minutes. There is just this vibe about him that wants to absorb her. Jack Dawson...she likes the sound of his name.
"The library will be closing in five minutes," the over head speaker announces. Everyone left begins to pack up their bags reluctantly and head out of the library. Christine follows Jack out who holds the door open for her. She smiles and thanks him and walks home alone. He was such a gentleman.
"I certainly hope he's what he seems to be. Hell, I hope I see him again soon," she murmurers to herself that night as she falls asleep thinking about him.