He was not at all liking what just happened.  It seemed like a connection.  He didn’t like it, he only felt it a couple of times before in his mind he screamed ‘No.’  He couldn’t he wouldn’t do that to anyone else…he wouldn’t do that to himself.  He realized she felt it too, but he ignored it on her part as he put the change in the give/take tray and he put the dollars in his pocket.<br/><br/>He still asked her out despite himself, why she was research, she wasn’t a date right?  She was going to enjoy their time loosen up and tell him what he wanted to know.  Then he would take her home and never see her again unless he came to this bookstore, which he could easily avoid like the plague.  When she said no, he found he was more hurt that he figured he should have been but nonetheless he accepted it.  “Thank you anyway, have a great day.”  He said as he left the store.  He looked at the times on the store and set his watch to be back then.  He was going to have to keep an eye on her from another viewpoint.<br/><br/>He looked her over one last time and left the store, why?  Why?  He shook it off and went home.  He moved down the alleyway and since no one was looking he took off home.  He dropped his jacket on the chair as he landed invisibly on the balcony and went into the house pouring through the book till his alarm went off to check on her and this…inventory.<br/>