The library is usually closed to the public on Sundays because they run a skeleton crew. The only way to get into the library is to have a valid student ID. Which makes it the perfect place to study because it is going to be filled with students cramming for exams or art students procrastinating because they have to draw 50 ears that all look different. This place was the perfect group to target for a date tonight.

Scanning my ID, I pushed the door open and surveyed the crowd in the library. A sizable group of students was studying, but the library wasn’t packed. First, I’ll try my luck with the students. If that doesn’t work out, I’ll go after the cougar librarians.

There were only a few people at the desktops and laptop stations. At the tables, there were groups of students studying. But there was one girl sitting at a table near the front that caught my attention. Seeing my first opportunity, I walked towards her. The girl was sitting down with her headphones on, so I gently tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. “Hey, I'm Ron. It's nice to meet you. Is it okay if I sit across from you?”

Surprised, she looked up, then took one of her earbuds out, “Hello, my name is Jenny, and of course, go right ahead and take a seat. What are you studying, maybe we can study together?”

“I’m studying for a nutrition test I have tomorrow.” I said.

“That’s delightful; I am studying for nutrition as well.” She then showed me what she was reading, and we studied together. We started with vocab and then moved to nutritional facts. Things were going great because as we continued to study, we started hitting it off. We were joking about how some diets were stranger than others, then we started talking about how some people eat crazy things. “In Napal, they have a festival for drinking yak’s blood.” I said.

Jenny’s eyes grew wide and one of her eyebrows raise, “Is that like some creative cocktail?” She said.

“No, a group of people tie a yak to a poll hold it down, stab the yak in the throat then everyone brings their cup over and drinks the blood. Supposedly it gets you high and drunk at the same time. Once everyone has had a drink, they have a huge party.”

“Oh okay, so they drink form the yak and then eat it. That makes a bit more sense.”

“No, they let the yak free.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it probably walks away with a little bit of trauma, but otherwise, the yak is okay.” I said.

Jenny busted out laughing. “That’s a different kind of trauma! Could you imagine someone jumping you and sucking your blood out at any moment, and then sending you on your merry way?”

“Who would have thought, yaks live such a hard life,” I chuckled

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In the corner of my eye, there was another girl walking over “Are you a friend of Jenny’s? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Ron,” I said extending my hand to shake hers.

The other girl shook my hand and said, “Hello I’m Krystal, Jenny’s girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” She turned to Jenny. “All right, babe. You ready to go get something to eat?”

“Of course, I’m starving!” Jenny said, as she packed her things. Turning to me, she said, “Do you want to join us, Ron?”

“No, I ate before I came, but it was nice meeting you.” I said.

“It was nice meeting you too, here take my number,” Jenny said. “Great, I got your text. We should study again sometime. Good luck!” I waved goodbye, watching them walk away.

Not a date but a study buddy, which is nice, in its own way. Looking down at my laptop, I saw my battery was low. Packing up my things, I walked around and searched for a table with an outlet.

With my laptop charging, I put my quest to find a date on a brief hold. I’m confident about my nutrition test tomorrow. Now it’s time to move onto calculus, the worst subject ever created.

Halfway through studying, I felt good. I could find all the derivatives I needed, and all my integrations came out nicely. I lost confidence when I was asked to use the disk, shell, or washer method. I tried everything from videos on YouTube to rewatching the teacher’s lecture.

Through my struggles, I questioned if I should build a time machine and punch Isaac newton in the face. Maybe if I was an engineering major and not a chem major.

Eventually, I dropped my pencil on the table and put my fingers through my hair and let out a scream of frustration. My outburst was louder than I intended, as I looked at the librarian walking to me with a scowl.

Standing next to me, she gazed down at me with her eyebrows furrowed and a deep frown. “Mr. Kühn another outburst like that and you will need to find a new place to study.” The librarian said, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

“Sorry about that. It won’t happen again,” I said, making praying hands and bowing my head.

Putting my hands down, I realized I might have a nice opportunity. “While I have you here, any chance you want to be my partner for tonight’s formal?” I said.

“Oh no sweetie, you're far too young. I could be your mom.” The librarian said with a smirk.

"That's true, but I'm old enough to make you one, too." I said. The librarian blushed. With a hand to her face, she chuckled as she walked away. Technically, that is not a no.

I read over the chapter again to see if I was missing something. I jolted when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen on campus. “I heard your frustrations and came to see if I could help.” Taking a seat at the table, she leaned across it to see what I was working on. “Oh! You’re doing calculus. You’re in luck because I am a math major.” She then pulled out her notes.

“Are you my guardian angel? Because you just saved my life.” I showed her the problem I was working on.

“No, I’m just Megan” she laughed. “Show me where you're stuck.” I showed her my problem and then she took out a notebook from her bag and got to work. When she found the answer, she showed me how to do it by redoing the problem.

“Wow! This actually makes sense. By the way, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Ron. Do you have plans tonight? I still need a partner for tonight’s dance.”

With Megan’s mission completed, she packed up her things. “I’m sorry. I actually have a boyfriend.”

“The pretty ones always do,” I sighed. “How about any single friends that need a date?”

Megan put a finger on her lip and thought for a second, “Not off the top of my head, but if I think of anyone, I’ll let you know.” She said. After we exchanged numbers, she walked towards the exit.

Well, that is more than likely a bust. Maybe with some charm I can convince that librarian.