“Nice voice”
[Your muse just caught mine singing when they thought they were alone. Send “Nice voice” for my muse’s reaction to them realizing yours was listening]
Sometimes it would get really slow, and really quiet in the library, and it would drive Robert absolutely crazy. He needed some sort of noise to keep him at ease. Often times there would be a program going on, or kids from the high school hanging around, but in between all of that were lulls where the place would be practically empty. So, he would do something that he’d always loved to do, which was to sing. He sang to himself, an old Billy Joel song that had stuck in his head on his drive to work that morning. He’d made it about halfway through the song, while checking in books, before somebody spoke up and his attention was grabbed. His head shot up and a surprised expression came over his face, then a blush quickly took over as he looked away bashfully.
“Oh. I didn’t see you there. Thank you. Can I help you with anything?”









