James entered the Library and was instantly ordered by the librarian to put away the guitar. He obliges and adjusts the instrument's strap as to place it on his back. He scans the library, and only seeing Celine. Obviously she was the one who wrote the notes, and he walks towards her making sure to bring his boots down hard against the floor as to piss off the librarian.<br/>"I kinda thought it was you." James says as he comes closer, "Though I did have my doubts. Hell, I almost asked<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>if she'd wrote those notes." He points back to the Librarian behind her desk, who has gone back to her game of computer Solitaire.<br/>"And it's always great to meet the few that can find humor in what I do. But then again, I don't remember doing anything to make you mad aside for the Haz-Mat spill in class..." He finishes and takes a very quick look-over of Celine; her pink coat and how it shines against the florescent lighting, how that little red skirt hugs her hips, and-<br/>James stops his train of thought in favor of a question.<br/>"Wait, you weren't planning on kickin' my ass or any other part of my anatomy over that, are you?" He asks bluntly and shifts his legs closer together...