"You're Tim, right?"
I looked up from the textbook I was struggling to understand and found one of the seniors looking at me excitedly.
"Yeah," I replied casually. I wondered why I hadn't seen this boy before. Perhaps he was a new student.
"I'm Charlie."
He held out his hand for me to shake and sat down at the table with me. Taking his hand I noticed a light scar along the back of it.
"Cool," I replied non-nonchalantly and and went back to the textbook. From my peripheral vision I saw him moisten his lips and sit up straighter.
"What are you studying?"
"Maths," I replied with a frown. He smiled.
"Confusing?"
"Very."
He inched closer in his chair and then leaned across to lift the book from me.
"I'm doing Maths so maybe I could tutor you," he flicked through the book and gave me a flirtatious glance. "It's always a lot easier when someone shows you how," he smirked.
He moved much closer to me and I was surprised how bold he was, owing to the librarian watching.
"Maybe we could go somewhere quieter and I could show you," he spoke quietly into my ear. I looked at him for a minute.
"I think I'd rather figure it out on my own," I replied, taking the book back and putting it in my bag before leaving the library.