7

The Library

"Anthony Morelli?" Simon leaned forward across the library clerk desk. Rosie had told him about the art opening that she was going to with Anthony. "You're talking about the Anthony Morelli who's on the baseball team? That guy's a legend."

Rosie pursed her lips as she stared down at her shoes. She knew Anthony was a social creature, a very friendly one with many acquaintances. She just didn't know entirely how big his presence was on campus.

Rosie's silence was enough of an answer for Simon. He whistled out a breath of air, smirking as he leaned back in his chair behind the clerk table. He was impressed. "Hell of a guy to go on a date with, Rosie. Props."

Rosie's head shot up to gape at Simon with wide eyes. "What? It's not a date."

Simon scoffed. "What else would you call it?"

Rosie shrugged her shoulders, going back to staring at her shoes.

The rest of her shift at the library, she was riveted with anxiety. She couldn't stop pacing around, finding anything to keep hersel