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After around twenty minutes, Hazel had already found her amount of books for the next couple of days. Sliding each novel across the counter, she looked expectantly at the man's hands waiting for him to check them out.
After around twenty minutes, Hazel had already found her amount of books for the next couple of days. Sliding each novel across the counter, she looked expectantly at the man's hands waiting for him to check them out.
Carrio turned and swiftly stamped the books, with an impressive rythym that coordinated with the jazz. He nodded and pushed them towards her.
“I just have to register them in the system that they’re checked out and you can go.”
"A-" she started before stopping herself. No, this was stupid. He was probably only nice due to the fact that he worked here. Her mind was unable to stop her tongue however.
"A-are you able to have coffee later on…?"
Hazel's face immediately warmed. What am I doing?!
"I-I mean I get you're probably not, just forget I asked. Please…?" she pleaded. Heck, she didn't even know his name, much less have any reason to practically ask him out!
… Did I just… OH GOD I THINK I DID.
Carrio looked up at her, rasing his eyebrows. “Sure! When do you wanna go?” No one is ever nice to the bookkeep. He’s just there to sort books and be a boring librarian that hushes rambunctious children.
Hazel was taken aback by his chipper response. He… said yes?
"Oh, um… I suppose whenever your break is?" she responded, face a reddening mess. She felt so dumb for doing something so sudden. After going to the shop for their coffee, it was likely she might bang her head into a wall for doing such a thing.
Carrio smiled kindly. “This is my library. The only person whoever comes around is usually you, so my break is pretty much all the time. We can go now, if you’d like.”
"Ah. O-okay then…" Hazel said, fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Finally taking her books, she placed them into her bag. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she took her umbrella and opened the door. This would be one heck of a day alright…
Carrio grabbed the keys to his library, shut off his lights, the jazz and the computer before joining her outside to lock up.
“Alright, here we go. Is there a particular shop you wanted to visit?”
(Just for some background, Hazel comes from a very rough household where she wasn't treated very well. She grew up thinking everything she did was a bad thing and even used to harm herself at one point. She's ashamed of her self inflicted injuries which is why she wears long sleeves even in the summer.)
"N-not really. I know of one not far from here," she replied, still sounding nervous and timid. She began to mess with her right braid, not knowing what else to do.
(Aww)
Carrio smiled warmly at her. “Let’s go, then. Lead the way?”
Hazel nodded to avoid from having to mess up her words and stutter. She set off to the left of the small library. Her mind wasn't quite sure how to feel about the librarian still following along. Of course it was good he agreed and didn't make her feel completely dumb for asking, but at the same time she felt horrible. When walking, she made sure there was room underneath the umbrella if he wished. Hazel wouldn't blame the man if he didn't join her.
Carrio hastened to join her, though. Whenever his glasses got smudged over with rain, he couldn’t see a thing and would bumble around like an idiot. He smiled at her warmly, hoping to leave a warm atmosphere, rather than a rainy, cold one.
(gonna need to go to bed soon)
Hazel could relate to not being able to see a thing in the rain. Noticing the librarian's warm grin, she returned it but it was quite small compared to the other's. "I… I don't exactly know your name. I'm sorry…"
(Okay!)
Carrio smiled. “Carrio. It’s a pleasure. What’s yours?” He didn’t devote himself to learning the regular’s names, considering he didn’t want to scare them off.
"It's Hazel," she replied quietly. So far so good. Finally at the warm coffee shop, Hazel let her umbrella close. She walked inside and then held the door open for Carrio. The small building was cozy, a fire lazily burning away in a large stone fireplace with white cushioned seats surrounding it, several booths and tables, and of course the small counter to order your drink.
Carrio thanked her before walking insude. He loved the stylistic decor. The older look of the fireplace tickled at his fancy as he trotted up to the counter to order himself a cappuccino.
Hazel made her way behind Carrio, thinking of getting a basic vanilla latte. Suddenly a wave of relief washed over her as she saw how excited he seemed to be. Was irony at play here that he didn't get out much either?
Carrio pulled out money, enough to pay for both of them. They were told to go sit, and sitting in a booth near the rainwashed windows is what they did.
"You didn't have to pay for us both," she said with a small frown. It was her who asked in the first place anyways. Her mind forced guilt into her thoughts as she stared at her hands.
Carrio gently sat her down in the booth and sat across from her. “That’s alright. Whenever anyone goes out with me, I pay. It’s just a gentleman’s code.”
"I still feel a bit bad though…" she added timidly. Hazel was extremely unprepared for conversation between herself and Carrio. The only thing she knew they had in common was the fact they liked books.
(gonna go sleep, it's nearly 1 AM)
(Okay! Night!)
Carrio shrugged. “Don’t be. I like paying. It’s easier on your wallet. You deseve the extra cash.”
Hazel chuckled half heartedly. "I don't know about that, but thank you…" she said, actually looking Carrio in the eyes. She gently rubbed her left arm as she attempted to think of conversation topics. There wasn't much luck.
Carrio met her gaze steadily and smiled encouragingly. “So have you read any of the books you checked out? You chose a good bunch. You actually always do.”
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