This was unusual for Andrew. It wasn't so much that he had a crush or found someone attractive that was the problem. It was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about a certain visitor of the library he worked at. Crushes came and went for him but this...well this seemed different.

Some days he would find himself staring for long periods at a time from behind book shelves where he was putting books away and would constantly have to catch himself. One time, he actually caught himself physically drooling. Luckily no one had seen him, so that saved him the embarrassment of having someone give him knowing looks.

If Andrew had the guts, he would walk right up to him and say something. Anything. Ask him out. Give him his number. Just something. But unfortunately the poor man was too embarrassed. I mean, it wasn't like he could just walk up and say "Oh hey I've been kind of drooling over you, literally, for months but I was too nervous to say anything."

Knowing Andrew, it wouldn't work out very well. It wasn't until one day that he finally actually talked to the stranger. He was minding his own business for once and was putting away books in a section where, to his disappointment, had no view of the man. He didn't even realize someone was there until a hand reached next to his head and pulled out a book.

Andrew more or less jumped at that, clutching his heart and almost screamed. Instead it was a loud whisper. He was a librarian after all. "Jesus!"

The man smirked and raised his eyebrow. "Not quite, but I'm sure you know where the biblical section is if you want to find him."

After all of that, the stranger turned around with no other words and made his way back to his table. Andrew was left, still clutching his heart and slid down the bookshelf. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to still his beating heart.

The second time he spoke to the stranger, he was sitting at his librarian desk, pretending to read his book. He was honestly trying but like all of his other attempts of looking away from the man, it was a massive fail.

When he saw him stand up and start walking over to his desk, his heart once again sped up and he actually started reading the page he had been reading over and over for an hour. When the man stopped at the desk he cleared his throat and Andrew but the bookmark in it. "Yes?"

"Uhm...I was wondering. This is sort of embarrassing but could you help me find a book?"

Andrew raised his eyebrow and blinked. "Uhm...I'm the librarian. Why would that be embarrassing? That's...literally one of my jobs." Andrew mentally berated himself for sounding like a pretentious ass. How on earth was he supposed to get the man's attention if he was a jerk to him?

The man flushed in embarrassment. "Well... it's not so much asking for help that's embarrassing. It's more the fact that the...content is embarrassing."

"I'm a complete stranger. Trust me, I won't judge you for looking for a book."

The man grimaced and leaned down to whisper. "Okay...well...in school I'm kind of doing a project on abuse and I thought with all the hype with the books and the movie that it would be a good idea...It's a really popular...erotic novel…"

This took Andrew back quite a bit but he tried to look unphased by it. "Is it...by E. L. James?" The man nodded, flushing even more. "Let me give you some advice, there's a lot of research on the internet done by people have already read the book. Then not only do you save yourself from that atrocity, but you also get detailed information."

The man considered this for a moment then nodded. " Thanks. I might actually take your advice." And with the the man turned and left once more.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that a thought popped into Andrew's mind that maybe the man was looking to read the book for pleasure and the project was just a cover up. His face lit up immediately and he mentally screamed. Was this man into that...sort of thing. Would he care if he was? He decided that yes. Even if he was, he was definitely still into the man.

But that was assuming that the man would even want Andrew back, which he highly doubted that he did.

The next time he met the man was when the library was completely empty except for the two of them due to it being a holiday. For some reason though, he still had to work. He wasn't exactly complaining because it conveniently gave him a good reason to avoid Randall. And to stare at the man.

It was definitely surprising that the man was at the library on a holiday.

Nothing eventful had happened in the library until Andrew finished one of his own books and decided to go find another one. He was minding his own business, looking at the back of the books and deciding on a book, when he all of a sudden found himself cornered by the man.

He made a very squeaky yelp as he jumped back. "Stop doing that! My heart can't take it!"

The man didn't reply. He just crossed his arms and stared hard at Andrew. "You know, I like to think that I've been very patient with you."

Andrew blinked several times and gave the man an incredibly confused look. "Uh...w-what are you talking about?"

"This! You! I was so sure that you had a thing for me with all of that staring you do, but now I'm not sure. I mean I thought by now you would have said something!"

"W-wait." Andrew stuttered, blush lighting up his face. "You know about my staring? H-How?! I thought I was hiding it well."

The man gave him a sympathetic look and shook his head. "I want to lie just to make you feel better but, after I saw you drooling and reading the same page over and over for hours, I kind of figured. You seem like a guy who reads a lot. I doubt you're that slow of a reader."

"O-Oh...yeah...I guess that was kind of obvious then huh?" Andrew nervously laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

"So why haven't you done it? If you like me so much why not just come and ask me out? I mean I thought I made it pretty obvious I liked you back!"

Andrew, the very graceful man he is, practically choked on his spit. "W-wait what? You do? How did I not get that? I mean...I usually pick up on things like that?"

"Uh...I dunno dude. But...you know, I would really love that number of yours...I mean I think after months of staring at each other, it's not too far out that I should ask."

Starstruck, Andrew pulled out a pen and a...crumpled candy wrapper. Well that was definitely dignified. He rolled his eyes and himself and shook slightly as he awkwardly used the book he was holding as a writing surface and scribbled out his number. When he was done, he handed it over. "T-There. Uhm...so I guess you'll call me...well I guess obviously. That's what you use numbers for...uh...yeah."

"It's Danny by the way." Andrew tilted his head in confusion and the man continued. "My name. It's Danny."

"O-Oh...mines Andrew…"

Danny smiled and pointed to Andrew's name tag. "Yeah…I uh...know."

"Oh...right...so, can I ask you something?" When received a nod in confirmation he continued. "Was that book you asked me about actually for a project, or was it for...other reasons?"

"N-No! It was actually for a project! I swear!"

Andrew nodded and raised his hands in defense. "O-Okay. I believe you! I was just making sure."

"U-Uhm...if that's all...I think I'm gonna go...thanks for the number. I'll uh...call you." Danny grabbed his books and started walking out. He was too busy looking at Andrew and wasn't looking where he was going, causing him to bump into a table, almost losing his footing. Andrew laughed as Danny swore but gave him a thumbs up before rushing out of the library.

Knowing Danny was certainly going to be a trip.