9. Chapter Nine
When I collected a good supply of cookbooks, I went back down the stairs. Sean noticed me before I noticed him. He left the shelf he was still stocking and walked over to me.
“Ready to check out?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah,” I told him. He took the pile of books from my hands.
“I’ll help you with these.”
I followed him to the counter, where he plopped the books down. He pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it over.
“This is for your library card. I can set you up with one as long as you have a proof of address.”
“I remembered that. And I brought some mail.”
“Perfect.” I pulled it out of my bag and handed it over. He scanned the books while I filled out my information.
“So did you find anything good?” he asked as he typed my info into the computer. I groaned.
“A lot of ancient stuff, like you said. But the good thing is that I may have found my theme. I was thinking something along the lines of 'Traditional Recipes for a Modern Kitchen’ or something like that. There’s a lot of really good stuff in here. But a lot of these recipes take five thousand years or are just full of awful ingredients. I thought that I could modernize a lot of these old dishes. Revive them. Cut down on time and saturated fats. My god they used a lot of butter in the sixties.” He laughed.
“That sounds really cool actually. I can’t cook anything other than ramen noodles and canned soup, but that sounds really impressive.”
“Are you a student?”
“Just graduated actually. Majored in Library Sciences. Which really just means I know the Dewy Decimal system really well, and I’m probably never going to make more than minimum wage for the rest of my life. You can imagine how my parents felt about that.” I laughed again.
“I’m sorry. That was funny.” He shrugged and smiled.
“Well, I’m going to play around with some of these recipes, and when I have something, I’ll call you and feed you something much better than ramen noodles. How does that sound?”
“That sounds amazing. But isn’t that stealing?”
“Not the way I do it, no. I’ll probably use them as ideas or skeletons. But I’ll create my own recipes.”
“That sounds really complicated.”
“I don’t want to brag, but it’s probably the only thing I’ve ever been good at.” He smiled and then scanned my new library card.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. God, he was so cute with his little nerd sweater. “There you go,” he told me as he slid the card over. “These are all due back on December 20th.” I nodded.
“Easy to remember. That’s my niece’s birthday.” He smiled.
“Then you should bring her in when you bring them back. We have goodie bags for kid’s on their birthdays.” I frowned.
“Well, I would. But she was adopted. I haven’t seen her in five years.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.” I scooped the books up. “I’ll look these over tonight and probably call you—this weekend maybe? Is that alright?” He nodded.
“Yep, I’m usually always here. But I’m free after five.”
“Dinner it is then. See you later.” He smiled.
THIS IS SO TINY. Oh well. Whatevs.