The library was just an excuse to spend time with George. If anything, George was a studyholic. He could spend hours in the library, reading books both related to his subject and not and not get bored.
So, the library was just an excuse for her to stare at him while doing her assignments.
How long did she have with him? Six months? At most a year? Or maybe till the end of her graduation, in case the family that she would marry into allowed that because that was something her father was certainly not going to advocate for.
Then she would have to break things with George, release all devices that she would communicate with him and hope that she never saw him again.
It would break her heart to run into him but be on the arm of someone else.
The sudden urge to cry welled up in her throat and she got up. Leaning next to his ear, she whispered, "I am going to get a coffee for myself. Do you want something?"
"No, thank you." He replied back, completely immersed in the book.
