Jamie

Even though I knew it wasn't going to be the job I worked forever, I loved working at the library. It was peaceful most of the time, except when the kids got a little wild, and there was a lot of organizing, which I found I liked more than I had ever expected I would.

It was probably part of why Eddie loved me so much, I thought, grinning to myself as I shelved the books I had on my cart. Eddie liked to be organized and I was very good at it.

But the library was calm, especially on a Saturday afternoon nearing close, and as I finished with my books and pushed my cart back toward the front checkout counter, I wasn't properly paying attention to where I was going. Admittedly, I was distracted. I was almost in a meditative state, having been on my own for the past hour, simply shelving over and over, the motion calming. I was also ready to leave, thinking about the evening ahead and what I might do, when I turned a corner and nearly rammed my cart directly into someone.

"Oh," I said, then sharply yanked the cart back just before I hit the other man. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Did I hit you?"

I was almost certain I hadn't, but I needed to be sure.