Sam glanced up at the wall clock again, noting that it there were still ten minutes to five o'clock. It had been a slow day. With college out for the summer and his thesis complete, he suddenly had a lot more free time than he expected. He jotted down a few more notes in a memo pad at the desk. He had been tinkering with this play off and on for a couple years and saw now as a good time to get to work. Paradoxically though his dull dating life had proven anything but productive.
Sam pushed his circular-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and raked a hand back through his sandy hair as he stifled a yawn. The trouble was that the play was supposed to be a comedy revolving around two lovers trying their hand at a petty crime spree, but having been single for... a little more than a year now, inspiration was in tragically short supply.
Of course, Sam always did have a little trouble dating. It wasn't that there weren't any girls who liked handsome librarian guys. He was a night owl by nature and surprisingly few women were up for a lifestyle that involved staying up to near dawn on a regular basis. He was certainly good-looking enough. He kept himself in shape, took care of himself. And he was quite the dapper gent when he wanted to be. But it always kept coming back to that blasted schedule.
He heard footsteps approaching his desk. At this time of day whoever this was would probably be the last patron to leave the library. At the very least they'd provide someone to talk to for a moment as they checked out their books. "Yes? Can I help you?" he asked as he looked up from his notes.
Sam pushed his circular-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and raked a hand back through his sandy hair as he stifled a yawn. The trouble was that the play was supposed to be a comedy revolving around two lovers trying their hand at a petty crime spree, but having been single for... a little more than a year now, inspiration was in tragically short supply.
Of course, Sam always did have a little trouble dating. It wasn't that there weren't any girls who liked handsome librarian guys. He was a night owl by nature and surprisingly few women were up for a lifestyle that involved staying up to near dawn on a regular basis. He was certainly good-looking enough. He kept himself in shape, took care of himself. And he was quite the dapper gent when he wanted to be. But it always kept coming back to that blasted schedule.
He heard footsteps approaching his desk. At this time of day whoever this was would probably be the last patron to leave the library. At the very least they'd provide someone to talk to for a moment as they checked out their books. "Yes? Can I help you?" he asked as he looked up from his notes.
