[center][h3][color=slategray]Robert Taylor[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Library
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] [/center][hr][hr]

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more." [/i][/center]

That was as far as Robert got into Poe's poem. With not much people in the library, he had some time to read away. Not that he was allowed to do that, but hey, Martha couldn't watch him everywhere. This guy was a classic and when Rob saw 'the raven' in the index, he was planning on dreaming away and making unnecessary links to Terry. 

But this was only the first verse, and the complete poem's length was too long for his attention span. It wasn't all that catchy. Metrum, seriously. How was he supposed to fit in:[i]"Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore"[/i] if he was going to read that out loud. 

The other Ed still hadn't replied to him. There was also a poem titled "alone". He sighed. [i]Not going to dwell on being a failure today.[/i]

[b]"Excuse me."[/b] A voice in front of him said. Quickly Rob closed the book and pretended to be inspecting it. [b]"You work here, right?"[/b]
He looked up. If that wasn't what you would call an unrealistic coincidence. Before him stood the wide-eyed girl named Rachel Brooks. [b][color=slategray]"Yes..?"[/color][/b]
[b]"I'm looking for a book. It's called eh.. "toxic parents""[/b] She said almost without hesitating. 
[color=slategray][i]And this is the girl I'm supposed to do something to? Shit.. [/i][/color]

[color=slategray][b]"Let me just check in the computer if we have that available."[/b][/color]
As they walked towards the computer, Roberts mind was racing. This was his chance. [color=slategray][i]Come on come on come on! Think of something![/i][/color]
Robert scrolled through the endless list of books, pretending to be searching. Then he thought of something. Not an actual plan yet. But it would buy him some time. 
[color=slategray][b]"Ah, looks like it's out at the moment. It should be coming back this week. I can give you a call when it's returned, if you want."[/b][/color] He ran his hand through his hair. It could be considered good service, or it could be considered rude to implicitely ask for a customers number. Though she could take it as flirtatious. Which could work in his favor. So many if's. She wasn't his type though.
[b]"eh sure. Here's my number."[/b] She wrote it down on a piece of paper for him. [b]"Thanks!"[/b] Robert watched her leave.
[i][color=slategray]Well that was easy. Should've tried this trick earlier.[/color][/i]