An old woman offers a thin smile from behind the curved counter when you walk inside. The way she stares at you with those small, silvery eyes, it's almost as though she knows that you're up to no good. You follow the main aisle to the reference section and turn right. It's been a long time since you've been here, so you're not entirely sure where you're going.
"Robby Foster," a high pitched voice says as you pass the computer terminals. Vicky hops off one of the high stools and walks over with an overly dramatic expression on her face. "Never in a million years did I imagine I'd run into you here."
"You do realize it's a public building, right?"
"And you realize they don't have video games here, right?" Vicky's lips curl into a pompous grin, one that's been etched into the back of your mind. "Did you get lost or something?"
"No, I'm here on purpose. Looking for a book."
The girl snorts. "Yeah, okay, and I'm gonna be on the cover of a magazine next week. It'll be a full spread."
"I'd like to spread you," a primal voice whispers inside your head. Even with that ugly seafoam green sweater on, Vicky's body looks stunning. If only she had a personality that matched.
"So what is it really?" she asks, folding her arms beneath her jutting chest. You keep forgetting that The Brain is only five feet, barely as tall as your lower lip. It's the intense presence she exudes. "Did your internet go out and you wanna look up dirty pictures or something?"
"I've got a cell phone. I could look up-"
You stop yourself, but it's already too late. Vicky's grin widens. "Wow, you really are a pervert, huh?"
"No, I'm just saying that-"
"You're constantly looking up porn. Yeah, I got that."
"I don't - I didn't say that."
"Oh yeah, sure. But you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here? You're not looking for a book. I know you, Robby, and there's no way. If there was something you wanted to know then you'd look up a video online."
She's got a point there. A balding, middle aged man sits down at one of the computers while you struggle to think up a valid excuse. If you're going to use the remote on Vicky, you need to find a secluded area, far away from potential witnesses. The conference rooms. There are four of them if you remember correctly, two on each side of the building. Your stepmother used to get furious when you'd lock yourself inside them back when you were a kid. The only way to unlock the door is to get a key from one of the librarians, but nobody will question two adults going inside, right? It's perfect.
"Look," you tell Vicky, "the truth is that - well, I need to talk to you. In private. There's something I want to tell you."
This catches the girl completely off guard. Her arms fall to her sides and she narrows her green eyes up at you. "What? What is it? Just tell me right here."
"No, it's too embarrassing. It's gotta be private."
"Oh God, you're not going to confess your undying love for me, are you?" Vicky's cheeks begin to grow red. "Come on, just tell me. What, you need help with your community college application?"
Hesitantly, The Brain follows you into the first conference room, which has that old book smell about it. By now the girl's face is positively glowing. You let her go ahead of you, then slip your left hand into your pocket and lock the door with your right.
"Alright, we're alone," Vicky says, "so tell me already."
Pulling out the remote, you tell her, "Actually, I wanted to do this," then you...
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