You fell down on your heels, sending yourself careening into the bookshelf, causing the book you reached for to fall straight on your noggin. You silently held your head, that one hurt a bit.
“Are you alright love?” A voice asked with a heavy British accent. You looked up, a man stood over you with a concerned expression. He had dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes; he was wearing a green sweater vest over a cream colored dress shirt. You looked down at his shoes, too embarrassed to look him in the face. Were those, loafers?
He had started to say something but you stuttered over him. You stood up and faltered a bit, he put his hands on your shoulder to steady you.
“Are you alrig-“
“Yes I’m fine…” You interrupted. Realizing your accidental rudeness, you decided to stay quite.
The air grew quiet and the man still held your shoulders, obviously worried that you would fall over. He reached up and patted your (h/c) hair, smoothing it and making sure there were no bumps. You blushed and looked around for your book, eager to leave a soon as possible and forget this whole awkward experience.
You saw it lying on the floor, you bent down to reach it. He must have seen it too because you leaned down and his face bumped into the back of your head.
“Oh! I’m so sorry-“
“No love, it’s my fault-“
“U,m I’ll just-“
“Here let me-”
He lifted the book up and you both stood looking at each other. You felt your face heat up, why did you have to be so ungraceful?!
He looked down at the book, reading its title.
Great Britain. A history of a grand country.
As he pondered the books title, lost in though, it gave you the opportunity to look at him closer… He was rather cute, but one thing that stuck out to you was his… Eyebrows. Big bushy eyebrows on his face that actually seemed to accent his features very well. You giggled a bit, but stopped and blushed after you found you had failed to notice his jade eyes were gazing at you (e/c) ones. He grinned and straightened.
“My name is Arthur Kirkland. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss.” You smiled slightly, still not sure if you could shrug off the awkwardness…
“My name is ________. Um, thank you for getting my book…” You accepted it from him and rubbed the cover.
“No problem love… Do you like Grea- I mean, England?” He chuckled a bit nervously, and you wondered why his voice had suddenly gotten quite.
“Well, yes actually. I love everything about it! I hear so much… Like the weather and the history, I watch nothing but British TV anyway… Great Britain would be such a lovely visiting spot…” You turned your head toward the bookshelf, so you didn’t catch his expression.
“Hmmm… You really do take quite a shine to it. Wait, the weather? How could you enjoy the weather there… It’s always sad and gloomy… And irritable.”
You slung you bag over your shoulder. “I have always like that kind of weather… It’s more elegant and amazing… When the sun is out and everyone gets all smileys… It’s just so… Obnoxious.” You made a little face and tried to brush off the feeling that you just kept on embarrassing yourself.
You both walked out from the depths of the library, still awkwardly chatting and apologizing for bumping heads. You checked your book out at the front desk, Arthur checked out a few as well, looking over, you read the titles.
‘The Tea-Lovers Encyclopedia.’ You recalled reading that one before, and then going home to try some new teas, finding that you liked most of them, but not all.
‘Easy-Embroidery and Needlepoint.’ You remembered briefly looking over the same book before, and then attempting to make embroidery of a bird, which turned out to look like a withered potato.
Wait a minute, was he checking out a book about books?! You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, he looked at you and you covered your mouth. He seemed a little bit annoyed at first, then he chuckled under his breath, his expression entertained by your whimsy.
You blushed again. Could this get any worse?! You had awkwardly run into this man, you loved talking to him and you had similar interests, but you were just too darn clumsy to make an impression. You both walked into the library lobby.
“_______...” He turned toward you and your whole body went stiff. You resolved not to say anything, so that maybe he wouldn’t leave with an entirely horrible opinion of you…
“Could I… Well, this isn’t a very gentlemanly request…”
“Oh! You have been nothing but gentlemanly Arthur… You are very polite!” You blurted out. You lifted your book to your face, only your eye peering over the edge of the book. You scolded yourself again.
“Well thank you ________... I was wanting to know if I could give you a call sometime…?”
You nodded. Pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper from your bag, you had begun to write but almost exactly on cue… The pen slipped out of your hand and rolled away from you on the floor. Both you and Arthur’s eyes followed the pen as it rolled out the open door of the library, rolled a few feet and then straight down a storm drain.
You both kept looking at the drain. Both your expressions matched in slight shock.
Why does life hate you? You wanted to run away and find a hole to die in… How could you ever appear mature or elegant in comparison to Arthur…
He let out a sigh. “Things happen love…” And he reached into his pant pocket and retrieved a black metal pen, you thanked him quietly and continued writing your number.
When you gave him the small piece of paper, you gave the pen with it. He put the paper in his pocket and the pen in your bag.
“Keep it. I will get it back next time I see you…” He pulled your hand upward and gave it a slight kiss.
Waving goodbye you both walked off in different directions, you couldn’t help but smile happily. Even if the sun was shining obnoxiously.
You fell down on your heels, sending you careening into the bookshelf and causing the book you had reached for to fall right on your noggin. You silently held your throbbing head. You swore you could feel a lump slowly beginning to form.
“Terribly sorry! Are you alright love?” A voice with a heavy British accent asked. You looked up to see a man standing over you with his hand held out and a concerned expression on his face. He had blonde hair and emerald green eyes, and was wearing a green sweater-vest over a cream colored dress shirt. You looked down at his shoes, too embarrassed to look him in the face. Were those loafers?
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," you said quietly, taking his outstretched hand. He grasped your other hand and hoisted you to your feet.
"Are you alrigh-" he began, but you stuttered over him, finding your voice again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't s-"
"I-I didn't mean to frighten-"
"I was just looki-“
"Are you oka-"
"Yes, I'm fine!" You interjected, a bit snappishly. The man quieted, looking a bit taken aback. You realized your accidental rudeness. You sighed.
"I'm fine," you repeated in a calmer tone, a little ashamed. "I'm sorry, I just... Got a bit startled is all."
"It's quite alright, love," the man said kindly.
It grew quiet and you looked around at your feet, remembering your book. You were eager to find it and leave as soon as possible and forget the whole awkward experience.
You saw it lying on the floor and bent over to grab it. He must have seen it too, because when you leaned down to pick it up, your foreheads collided rather forcefully.
“Ow! I’m so sorry-“ You apologized while rubbing your head. Two bumps now. Peachy.
“No love, it’s my fault-“
“Um, I’ll just-“
“Here let me-”
He lifted the book up, looking down at the cover to read its title.
The Grand History of Great Britain. He pondered the title, lost in thought, and it gave you the opportunity to get a better look at him. He was rather good-looking, with his messy blonde hair and emerald green eyes, but there was one feature that stood out to you more than the rest. His eyebrows. Big, dark, bushy eyebrows, which actually seemed to accent his features very well. They were knit across his forehead in thought, making his expression look that much more intense. You resisted the urge to giggle, and instead rubbed the back of your neck.
"Um, can I have my book back? I'd like to check it out..." You said timidly. He looked up at you with an oblivious expression on his face, momentarily forgetting what he'd been doing. He suddenly remembered, looking down at the book in his hands.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, those eyebrows of his shooting up. "Terribly sorry about that, love. I seem to have gotten lost in thought," he said, giving a small nervous laugh. He held the book out to you, a polite smile in place of his previously stormy expression.
"It's fine," you said. You took the book, returning the smile.
“Sorry about your head," he said apologetically. "I'm just so clumsy sometimes." He made a small frown.
"Well, me too, apparently," you said, both of you laughing in mutual embarrassment.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, by the way,” he said, offering his hand for you to shake.
“ ," you said, shaking hands to try and shrug off the awkward feeling that had settled over you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you miss ," he said, smiling sincerely, his green eyes lighting up as he did so. "Do you like Grea- I mean, England?” He chuckled nervously, and you wondered why his voice had suddenly gotten quiet.
“Well, yes actually. I hear so much about it, like the weather and the history, and I've seen a lot of beautiful pictures. I love pretty much everything about it! I hear so much… I watch a lot of British TV, too… Great Britain seems like it would be such a nice visiting spot…” You trailed off and turned your head to the bookshelf, so you didn’t catch his expression.
“Hmmm… You seem to have taken quite a shine to it. Wait, the weather? How could you possibly like the weather there? It’s always sad and gloomy... And irritable.”
You bent down to pick up the other books that had spilled out of your bag when you fell. Arthur was polite enough to help you with the task.
“I like that kind of weather," You said. "It’s more pleasant than scorching sun all the time. And it's easier to dress for. The sun can just be so… Obnoxious. I don't know," you said, shrugging, trying to hide your growing embarrassment, though you were having trouble doing so as you accidentally hit Arthur's hand with a book you were putting back in your bag. "Sorry," you said, your face reddening. "It's probably terrible to have overcast weather all the time," you continued, noticing Arthur nod and roll his eyes out of the corners of your own, "but a little change is nice.” Arthur cocked his head and looked at you with a peculiar expression, as if never thinking of it that way before. He slowly nodded.
"I suppose so, though I never expected anyone to choose gloomy weather over sunlight," he said, the same expression still on his face.
You both walked out from the depths of the library, once in a while apologizing for bumping heads. When you both got to the front desk, Arthur insisted that you check out your books first. You didn't put up much resistance, only a polite, "oh, it's alright, you can go first," before checking out your books. Arthur checked out a few as well. Looking over, you read the titles.
Worldwide Tea. An encyclopedia of international tea blends. You recalled reading that one before, and then going home to try some new teas, finding that you liked many of them, but not all.
Embroidery and Needlepoint. Patterns and Stitches. You remembered briefly looking over the same book before, and then attempting to embroider a bird, which turned out looking like a withered potato.
Wait a minute, was he checking out a book about books?! Maybe it was about bookbinding... You noticed your heavy book-bag digging into your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.
"Well, it was nice meeting you!" You said, slowly walking backwards toward the door and raising a hand in farewell as Arthur looked up.
"Oh! Nice meeting you as well, !" He said, waving before taking his books from the librarian. You turned and began walking out of the library, thinking about how an awkward situation had turned out nicely for once.