<div class="floatright">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div>Name: William Blackmoore<br/>Date and Time: 10:00 PM, June 1st, Friday<br/>Location: The Library<br/>Wearing: Outfit in picture<br/>Tagging: Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br/>Mentioning: None<br/>Content warnings: None<br/>Extra information: None<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>For the rest of the day, all Will could think of was his previous guest. Oh sure, he tried to focus on his work whenever he could. But everytime he tried his thoughts would come back to the lovely mermaid who had graced his presence for that short amount of time. And whenever it did he'd find himself looking at the notecard she had given him. His eyes would trace over the signature, and then down to the kiss she had added to it. Did she do that to all of her autographs? Or was this one special because he helped her out in a bind? He couldn't recall reading about her doing that to any other autographs she had given out before.<br/><br/>And what about his number? She was a celebrity! High class! And he was just some librarian. A<em>human</em>librarian at that. Was it all some kind of joke? Did she ask for it to be polite? It would seem kind of rude to ask for someone's number like that as a joke. And she didn't seem like that kind of person. At least he didn't<em>think</em>she was. But it wasn't like he knew her personally! Maybe she did intend on calling him? That would be intersting to say the least. It wasn't like he'd turn down the opportunity to see her again. No man in their right mind would! Today was turning out to be more confusing than he thought it would ever be...<br/><br/>Thankfully no one else decided to come into the library while Will struggled with trying to figure out just what had happened today. Though he would have enjoyed something for a distraction. A library is a nice place to escape for a while. But when whatever is bothering you is in your thoughts, being in a quiet place doesn't really help that much. All he could do was straighten the place up some more and try to work through the massive pile of books that needed to be placed back on the shelves. He should have gone home well by now, but it wasn't like he was paid by the hour. And if he didn't clean this place up, no one else would.<br/><br/>It was well past sundown when Will sat down at his desk at the back. He just had to check his emails quickly before he'd finally head home. He punched in his password, expecting to find nothing but junk mail and old advertisements. So it came as a shock when he found none of those, but an official email titled for him. Had someone decided to pick him for the Spouse Program? Honestly he had thought he'd never have been picked. But maybe his luck was turning? He clicked the email, excited to see just who it was that had picked him.<br/><br/><em>"My Hero,<br/><br/>Please accompany me to the Sparkling Diamond Restaurant, tomorrow night around 7. I would love to opportunity to get to know you more. I'll send a car for you at 6:30 pm.<br/><br/>Sincerely yours,<br/>xxx-xxx-xxxx"</em><br/><br/>Will sat back in his chair, more confused than ever. My hero? What could they have meant by that? He read it over again. And then again. No name. No picture. Just an invitation and a ph-<br/><br/>Will grabbed the note card from his pocket again. He once again he looked over the signature. And the kiss. She had asked for his number... and she had laughed with him about asking for her number. No. She couldn't be in the program too. A woman that beautiful and talented? Surely she'd be looking for a better mate than some human. He looked to the email, and then the card again. But who else would call someone 'their hero' for no reason? Once again he looked to the email and then the notecard. Whoever it was had signed it with a phone number... maybe he should answer with a text?<br/><br/>Will quickly added the number to his phone before shutting down his computer and starting to get ready. As he made his way to the door he pulled out his phone and opened up a new text.<br/><br/><em>"Looking forward to our meeting."</em><br/><br/>He looked down at the notecard for one moment, before snapping a picture of it with his phone. He quickly added it to another message to the mystery number before adding,<br/><br/><em>"Maybe if I play my cards right I'll have that on my cheek instead of a card this time."</em><br/><br/>God he hoped his guess was correct. Otherwise tomorrow would be super awkward. He shook those thoughts from his head before pulling on his jacket and stepping outside, locking the door behind him. He inhaled for a moment, trying to clear his head again before starting his way back home.