Part 3!!!!! Looey POV, as per usual
I find Brightney, or what I'm assuming her name is based on the name tag stuck to her chest, putting books back on their shelves. She seems to notice my presence right away, starting up the conversation herself based on my clearly visible nervousness. “Hey there, new guy, can I help you with something?” She said with a slight smile, seemingly finding my nervousness amusing somehow. Great, exactly what I needed, MORE anxiety about myself. I finally get the cat in my throat to let go of my tongue, metaphorically speaking, of course. If I had an actual cat in my mouth, holding my tongue hostage, my tongue would probably get popped. “A-are you any good at identifying feelings, by any chance?” I realized immediately that the question sounded MUCH less weird in my head. She just kinda stares at me, making the situation significantly more uncomfortable. “I m-mean, I’ve been feeling SUPER overwhelmed with thoughts of Sprout… I can’t get his picture out of my head…” I say with a shaky voice, flushing with embarrassment. Brightney seems to stare at me for a moment, smirking with something in her eyes. My eyes widen slightly, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “W-What?” I mumble under my breath, trying to breathe to regulate my brain. She turns back to the shelf, rolling her eyes playfully with a smug expression. I'm about to break again, but she breaks the silence with a tone of amusement at my situation. “Ah, it’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it?” I stare at her in confusion, baffled by her words. Before I can question her, she continues. “Romeo and Juliet, Jack Dawson and Rose Bukater, Charming and Cinderella, etcetera, etcetera.” I look even more baffled, so she stares at me, seemingly disappointed. “Am… Am I supposed to know any of those?” I mutter, sheepishly playing with one of my overall straps. She chuckles, shaking her head before placing one last book on the shelf, then turning to face me fully. She crosses her arms, cocking an eyebrow. “Ever heard of the term “love at first sight?’” She whispers, then leaves. I immediately chase. “Wait!”
Wow. What a bombshell, right? I’ve only been here a few days and I'm already in love. What a clutz, am I right? It certainly doesn’t help that Sprout’s first impression of me was me nearly passing out upon meeting eyes with him. How is it fair that someone like him can BE here, anyhow? How does anyone get anything done? His flour stained apron, the kind smile at my panic, his eyes, his voice… Oh god, HIS VOICE! My mind goes fogged thinking about him, replaying the moment I was staring him down over, and over, and over again… Suddenly, I'm tugged out of my own brain by a hand being waved in front of my face, and a voice accompanying it. “Hello? Earth to balloon animal?” I nearly jump out of my own flesh, realizing that I've been standing in place, blushing while my tail is a blur for almost 15 minutes. Brightney decides to shake me out of my trance, which almost takes the wind out of me. “Hey, new guy, the library is closing, I’ve a schedule to stick to.” I nod, still reeling from the jolt. “I suggest talking to Glisten about those feelings of yours. I hear he’s a pretty good wingman if he likes you.” I cock an eyebrow, looking up at her while bent down to heave. “Who’s that?” I say, Brightney sighing at my lack of knowledge. “He’s in the room labeled CS-007 on the main toon floor. Can’t miss that pink, bedazzled eyesore.” She pats me on the back, and points me towards the elevator, telling me to get some rest. I shuffle back into the elevator, pressing the button that Brightney told me to, the machine whirring back to life as I move up. The silence is getting to me, only punctuated by the groans of the metallic behemoth that is the elevator. The door slowly slides open again, revealing… A wall. To the left, I see a smaller kitchen past some barriers, and a different corridor. Walking through them, I see various doors with labels, then the one I'm looking for. “CS-007…” I mutter to myself. The door is wide open, someone sitting in front of a vanity mirror inside, muttering. “Damn fluffball, getting fur all over me… I need to borrow Tisha’s lint roller again…”
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