We had seen each other at the library several times after work. The first time I noticed her was when I was returning books for my son for his school project. While we were a “techno” family, I really believed in getting out of the house and introducing my boys to the library.
Libraries today have come a long way from when I was a kid. Much unlike grade school libraries of my youth, public libraries now offer a diverse audio/visual experience, console and computer gaming, in addition to the great books they offer. Where I live, libraries are bilingual, offering a wide choice of English and French books. Shit, they even offer audio books for those too lazy to actually read.
Libraries also provide a serene environment to study and get homework done.
When I noticed her, she had her children with her. After several chance meetings at the return desk, I couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. She was roughly my age, perhaps in her forties. Most of the time, she dressed relaxed, but recently, I saw her dressed very chic. The first thing that I noticed were the stilettos. I don’t know much about shoes, but I would have bet my life they were Italian. They were so stylish that I was convinced she had purchased them in Milan.
She dressed like a professional. Gucci skirt down to her knees, a sheer turquoise blouse, and a pearl necklace. This time I took notice of her hair, which was past shoulder-length, but in a bun. Her glasses (I could tell Ray-Ban) made her look seductively intellectual, her lips painted red, her skin olive. Everything about her suggested she may have been a lawyer. She wasn’t wearing a wedding band. Her fingers were naked to any other ring or alliance.