“Why did I pick history?” You asked yourself. Another question that went through your head was why did you have to write so many essays? For this one you needed to write about Germany's inter war years and specialise on the rise of Adolf Hitler. How he used a mixture of clever politics and propaganda to start of a chain of events that lead to the beginning of World War 2. You trudged through the white streets as a fresh layer of snow had fallen during the day. Not many people had walked the long path to the library since then and you could tell from the lack of footprints. Pulling you coat tighter around you in a vain bid to stay warm you continued over to the large building. You let a small smile cross your face as you saw the doorway that lead to the lift. There were some stairs you could take, but with the snow. You just wanted to get inside as quickly as possible. The automatic door tried to swing open, but it stopped half way due to the small mound of snow. Luckily it had opened enough for you to slip inside. The door closed behind you and you looked to the lift. Moving one gloved hand out from your pocket you called the lift. You waited a while and noticed the light that normally showed the lift was on it's way was not on. A little annoyed you pressed the button again. Still nothing. You were just about to press it again when you noticed a small sign. Reading it it apologised for the light not working and said someone was due to fix it soon. You breathed a sigh of relief as the lift door opened and you stepped inside. Closing your eyes you waited for the lift to reach the library floor.
Ludwig was sitting at the reception desk. He had been working in the library for a few years now. He had graduated from the local university and was trying to make a life for himself. He had noticed all the new students that had made their way into the library. He could tell just from looking at them. He had also familiarised himself with the new first years. Well the ones that came into the library. And there was one girl he had spotted that stood out from the rest. This girl was rather quiet from what he saw. She also seemed a hard worker. Whenever he saw her, he could feel his heart race. Seeing her walk into the library and reach up for the books on the shelves. From her borrowing record, he could make a guess she was a history student. Most of the books she'd taken out were big chunky textbooks about the World Wars. A subject that he had a keen interest in as well. Seeing her made his day better, everything would be perfect... if only he was able to talk to her. Currently the only exchange he had had with her was just checking out and returning books. He couldn't really go up to her and start talking to her. That would be weird. But he had promised himself he would try. Though he wasn't ready to take no for an answer. As he was preparing a load of history books to go back on the shelf, who should walk out of the lift. He couldn't help but stare. Wrapped up in her coat. Her cheeks red from the cold air. He could swear he saw some snowflakes caught in her hair. He tore himself away from the sight and decided he would make his move.
“At least it's warmer in here.” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. The heat had hit you as you stepped out of the lift. You welcomed the warmth as you stepped into the library. Walking in you started to undo your coat and take off your gloves. As if on autopilot you headed towards the History section of the library. You opened your bag and pulled out a rather crumpled up reading list. Your teacher had recommended some books for you to read. You checked the library's website and all the books seemed to be there. So you headed off to start your research. As you scanned the shelves you started to collect some of the books on your list. One of them though seemed to be on a shelf just out of reach. You scowled a little as you had to stretch up to reach it. Even on your tip toes you couldn't reach it. You were about to debate what to do when you heard a soft voice.
“Would you like some help with that?” You looked round to see the rather tall blond receptionist. You couldn't help but blush a little. He was a rather attractive man. Slicked back blond hair, beautiful blue eyes. Today he was dressed in a white shirt and tie with black trousers. But you had to stay focused on your work. He probably had a girlfriend or something. You looked back up to the top shelf.
“Erm...” You looked back to him. “Could you please reach that book?”
“Certainly.” He said with a smile. He easily reached up and took the book off of the shelf. Handing it to you.
“Thank you.” You smiled to him and continued your search. As you continued it seemed he was putting some books back on the shelves. You had to ask him for a couple more books before you had all of them on your list. You smiled politely to him, thanked him for his help and went to a table with your stack of books. Gently putting them down on the desk you sat down. Opening up your laptop, you started your research.
This little chain of events became a routine for Ludwig. He had quickly guessed what you were studying and had been purposefully putting the books on the highest shelf. He would look forward to the time when you would walk through the doors and start your work. He would smile and go over to help get the book down for you. That adorable little blush that crossed your cheeks. Your cute little expression. But he soon noticed that you were finishing off your essay. You started walking into the library and going strait to the tables. You didn't return to the book shelves. You didn't even seem glance at the history section, much to his irritation. He had lost the one moment of contact he had. But he was not giving up. Looking over to you working. He couldn't take it. He needed to ask you, he needed to talk to you. But how? He couldn't do it here. Not in the library. He needed to get you alone somewhere. Somewhere where he could ask you. Where he could show his feelings to you. There seemed to be a flash from the window. You glanced over as the sound of thunder rolled through the room, causing many people to look up. He looked quickly to your seat. Your eyes were looking to the window, a small frown on your face. He took a breath. He was going to act tonight. He quickly came up with his plan. Now all he needed to do was wait for you to make the journey home.
“Finished!” You sighed in relief. You lean back on your chair and relaxed. That's stupid essay was now finish, proofread, rewritten at parts and finally finished. You saved the essay to your laptop, your memory stick and emailed it to yourself to make sure you had it saved. You smiled as your shut down your laptop finally able to go back and have a good night sleep. Unfortunately your smile disappeared as you looked up to the window. The rain was still battering against the glass. You were gonna get drenched. Sighing you packed your bag away and started to walk to the exit. As you walked over a familiar face walked over to greet you. “Hello Ludwig.”
“Hi ______.” He said softly with a smile. “How are you?”
“I'm alright.” Your replied calling the lift. “I finally finished that essay I was working on.”
“That's good.” Ludwig forced a smile. But you could tell something was bothering him. You hadn't really talked to him apart from asking for help to reach the books. But you had seen him loads of times when you came into study. You couldn't deny he wasn't attractive, but you had no idea if he felt the same about you.
“We'll I better get going.” You said as politely as you could. “It's chucking it down and I will need to get dinner on.” You smiled as the lift doors opened. Stepping inside you looked back to find him step in with you. You blushed being in such a closed space with him. He smiled warmly down to you as the doors slid shut behind him.
“If you want, I could drop you off home. I would hate for you to catch a cold.” He said with a warm smile. You had to stop your jaw dropping to the floor. You blushed even more.
“I...I... if it's not too much trouble.” You stuttered. You knew nothing about this guy besides his name and where he worked and you accepted a lift? You mentally hit yourself over your choice. He smiled to you.
“It would be no trouble at all.” He said softly, his beautiful eyes meeting yours. “You know you look cute when you blush.” He couldn't help himself. He didn't know if it was going over the line. He hoped he didn't. The reaction was a small squeak and an even bigger blush.
“Thanks.” You managed to say. You couldn't help but smile back. “Y-You think I'm cute?”
“Yeah.” He replied as if it was nothing. You weren't sure whether this could be classed as flirting, if not it was really close. The lift doors opened and you walked out with him. He held his coat over your head to protect you from the worst of the storm, leading you to his car. You climbed into the passengers seat as he moved round to the drivers. You could feel your heart racing. You didn't have any idea what to expect. Your imagination jumping to the fact he was going to abduct you and do something terrible to you. You quickly tried to squash those fears down. Ludwig seemed to be a nice guy you just bumped into a lot. It didn't mean he was a serial killer. Ludwig climbed into the drivers seat. You had to quickly look away as his white shirt, now drenched by the rain, was going see through. You could see every inch of his toned chest. Also the rain and wind had messed up his normally immaculate hair. This giving him a scruffier and... undeniably sexier appearance. He smiled to you as he started the car. You tried to stop your imagination running away from you as you both buckled in.
“I live just a few blocks from here. If you drop me off outside the dorms at the university. I would really appreciate it.” You said trying not to stare at him. Ludwig chuckled.
“Sure.” He smiled. He already knew where you lived, but you were not going back there... well not yet anyway. He pulled out of the library car park and set off. Biting his lip, he sure hoped this worked.
“Erm Ludwig... you missed the turning.” You said nervously as he drove past the university. Maybe he didn't notice due to the rain? Then again it was sign posted. “Ludwig?” You asked your voice weakening a little.
“I know.” He said softly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. You started to feel panic building inside you. He sounded so cool about it. Was this planned?
“Did you miss it on purpose?” You asked nervously, your nerves clear in you voice. He looked to you for a moment.
“I'm making a detour.” He answered. “I will drop you off home.”
“Why are you making a detour?” You asked becoming more worried. “I just want to go home?”
“I know, but there is something I want to do first.” He said pulling up outside a house. You looked up to the house. You couldn't work out where you were or what was going on in the rain. Ludwig opened the door on his side and got out of the car, moving round to open your door. You didn't feel like moving. You didn't want to get out of the car until you were home. He offered his hand for you to take.
“I'm not getting out of this car.” You said sternly. “I want to go home now. Please take me home.” His expression changed from that warm smile he had. But it didn't turn to one of rage as you expected. His eyes saddened.
“Please ______. I know I should of told you. But...” He took a breath. “I want you to have dinner with me.” He said his eyes meeting yours. You were speechless. “I have been admiring you from afar... I know I shouldn't because you're young and you probably have someone, but I just want you. Please have dinner with me. I'll take you home I promise.” His tone almost pleading. You didn't know what to do. Part of you wanted to stay in the car, or try to phone the police. This guy had stalked and abducted you. But looking to him... his pained expression, and you couldn't deny you had found him very attractive.
“Okay. I'll have dinner with you. But afterwards you take me home.” You said taking his hand.
“Thank you.” He smiled pulling you into a close hug. You stumbled a little and blushed as you found yourself pressed up against his chest. “I promise I'll take you home.”
“Thanks.” You smiled looking up to him. “So what have we got to eat?” He paused for a moment before facepalming.
“I...I have no clue.” He admitted. “I didn't think I'd make it this far.” You couldn't help but find his action cute. You smiled to him.
“How does pizza sound?” You suggested. He nodded.
“I like pizza.”