Theo Sinclair
The steady hum of the café filled the space as I flipped through Evelyn's notebook. It was impeccably neat, every detail meticulously outlined with precise bullet points and underlined headings. She'd clearly spent hours on this, carefully crafting a plan that screamed structure. While I admired her effort, I couldn't help but think her ideas leaned more toward a lecture series than an event people would actually enjoy.
Across the table, Evelyn sat stiffly, her tote bag resting against her side like it was a protective shield. Her curly red hair framed her face, and her glasses had slid slightly down her nose as she adjusted something in her notes. Her pen moved with quick, deliberate strokes, and her expression was all business—serious, focused, and determined.
"So," I said, leaning back in my chair, "you really think a reading marathon is the best way to get people in the door?"
Evelyn's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "It's a straightforward idea. People come to the library for quality and enrichment, not flashy gimmicks."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "And you don't think they could use a little fun while they're at it?"
She bristled, her grip on the pen tightening. "The library isn't meant to compete with amusement parks, Theo. It's a space for connection and learning."
"And I agree with you," I said, holding up my hands. "But if no one's showing up to see how great the library is, what's the point? Fun gets people in the door. Then they'll stick around for the connection and learning."
Evelyn's jaw tightened as she stared at me, clearly debating whether to argue further. I could see the frustration flickering in her mismatched green and blue eyes, but there was something else there too—a reluctant acknowledgment that I wasn't entirely wrong.
"I just don't want to cheapen what the library stands for," she said finally, her voice softer but no less resolute.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "I'm not asking you to turn the library into a circus. But if we don't adapt, we'll lose the chance to remind people why it matters in the first place."
Her pen tapped against her notebook as she considered my words. Finally, she let out a small sigh. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
"Glad you asked," I said, grinning. "How about a live reading showcase? People can sign up to share their favorite book passages, and we'll make it a community celebration. Maybe throw in some interactive elements—like a scavenger hunt or trivia related to the books being read."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "A scavenger hunt?"
"Why not?" I said with a shrug. "It's engaging. And it'll get people exploring the library."
She studied me for a moment, then glanced down at her notebook. "I don't hate it," she admitted grudgingly.
I grinned wider. "High praise coming from you, librarian."
We spent the next hour hashing out the details, finding a balance between her structured approach and my more relaxed, creative ideas. It wasn't always smooth sailing—Evelyn had a tendency to overplan, while I preferred to keep things flexible. But for every roadblock we hit, we managed to find a middle ground.
"So, we'll highlight both classic and contemporary literature," she said, scribbling in her notebook. "And you'll handle the refreshments?"
"Absolutely," I said, nodding. "Mia's already brainstorming ideas for book-themed desserts. Think The Great Gatspie or Of Mice and Macarons."
Evelyn paused mid-note, her pencil hovering over the page. "You're kidding."
"Nope," I said, grinning. "People eat that kind of thing up. Pun intended."
She gave me a flat look, but I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of her lips. Progress.
As we wrapped up, Evelyn glanced at her watch and frowned. "Do you need to head out?" I asked.
"I have a board meeting in an hour," she said, tucking her notebook into her tote. "But this was productive."
"Productive?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Careful, or I might start thinking you enjoy working with me."
She shot me a pointed look, but there was no real heat behind it. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
I chuckled, standing as she slung her bag over her shoulder. "See you at the next meeting, librarian."
"Looking forward to it," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. But as she turned to leave, I thought I caught a hint of a smile.
Later that evening, I sat at the counter in Chapters & Brews, flipping through my notes while Mia worked her magic behind the café. The scent of espresso and fresh pastries filled the air, and the low murmur of conversations buzzed around me.
"Was that the librarian I saw earlier?" Mia asked as she set a latte in front of me.
"Yep," I said, taking a sip. "Evelyn Harper, keeper of tradition and sworn enemy of fun."
Mia snorted. "She didn't look like an enemy of fun. Just… serious."
"Very serious," I said, smirking. "But she's got good intentions. She just doesn't know how to loosen up."
"Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you," Mia said, leaning on the counter. "What's the plan?"
"We're hosting a joint event," I said. "Live readings, a scavenger hunt, maybe some book-themed treats."
"Book-themed treats?" Mia repeated, grinning. "Now we're talking."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I think she's warming up to the idea. Slowly."
"Good luck with that," Mia said, grabbing a tray of mugs. "She seems like the type to make you work for it."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," I said, watching as she disappeared into the café.
As the evening rush picked up, I couldn't stop my thoughts from drifting back to Evelyn. She was nothing like the people I usually worked with—structured to a fault, cautious, and fiercely protective of her world. But there was something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the way she stood her ground, even when we clashed. Or maybe it was the brief moments when her serious demeanor cracked, revealing a softer, more uncertain side.
Whatever it was, I had a feeling this partnership was going to be a lot more interesting than either of us had planned.