#first edits

               Belle was one hundred percent engrossed in her English notes.  Her nose was scrunched, her brow creased, and she was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to decipher her own handwriting.  She was finally making progress, yesterday’s lecture was coming back to her in bits and pieces.  That is until this annoying tapping sound interrupted her train of thought.  

               Twisting in her chair her eyes landed on Adam who was occupying the table next to her.  He had at this point made it his life goal to irritate her.  Apparently not even this coffee shop was safe anymore.

               “Are you following me,” Belle’s voice was low and barely disguising her irritation.

               Adam stopped tapping his pen and turned to meet her gaze, a soft chuckle falling from his lips.  “Following?” He feigned a look of innocence.  “Last I checked, this was an open establishment, one that I’ve been studying in since I was just a freshman.  And if I recall, that would be before your time.” He paused, holding his chin between his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully.  “Are you following me,” he asked with a raised brow.  

               Belle scoffed, “As if.” She turned away from him, hoping he would take that as an end to their conversation.

               “Well, not so farfetched,” he smirked, “Following aside, you were looking perplexed, some difficulty with yesterday’s lecture?” Adam had found himself watching Belle with more frequency than he’d like to admit, and she was clearly struggling with her notes.  

               Taking a steadying breath, Belle turned back to him, “Someone,” she ground the word out, clearly irritated now, “was speaking during the lecture, so my notes are not as clear as I would like.  Not to worry, I’ll find the information in the text.”

               Adam let out another low chuckle, “I was talking because that pompous grad student leading the lecture clearly has never read a piece of Shakespeare in his life.  I’d say you’re much better off doing your own research anyways.”

               Belle gaped at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

               “Well, honestly, how can you expect someone who holds Romeo and Juliet in such high regards to know much of anything if we’re being entirely honest anyways.”

               Belle turned away from Adam again and closed her notebook, clearly annoyed.  Her face was set in the irritated look that she seemed to only reserve for Gaston and particularly stupid comments.  As she quickly packed her bag he could hear her grinding her teeth together in frustration.

               Standing up she turned to Adam, “Romeo and Juliet is not as terrible as you would believe, and if your head wasn’t so far up your ass every lecture then you might see why it’s just as beautiful as any of Shakespeare’s other works.” Her words were biting as she turned on her heals and scurried out of the coffee shop.