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If Gavin worked in a public library, patrons might get an email or autocall when their checkouts were about to expire. And that sounded pretty great to Gavin—no human interaction necessary, pay any fines online, perfect. But since this was a university and the people in charge didn't want their poor students to become even poorer—or be denied a diploma, which could happen if library materials weren't returned—they had to personally call everyone who had books overdue.
It was, more or less, the worst.
There was no open office space, so he had to use the main help desk, out in the open. As he did with every single call, Gavin did a little mental psych-up—this is dumb, it's just reading a script—and took a deep breath before dialing. It rang a few times, and he was starting to think he might luck out with voicemail, but then the patron picked up.
With a wince, Gavin said, voice soft so as not to disturb anyone, "Hello, this is the Tulane Library—no, Tulane, not public. Maybe your child goes here?"
While they sorted out the very complex issue of what the library was, Gavin stared out into the library and—oh God, it was the hot guy. Bunhead guy! Coming his way!
Gavin sank down in his seat a little, trying to disappear, and said into the phone, "Yes, right, well, it looks like your son has a book that's about to be overdue, so if you pass—the name?"
He checked his notes, and was one-hundred percent sure he now looked like he was dying. "Uh, it's called Make Your Own Sex Toys?"
Gavin glanced up, and Jesus, he was making eye contact with the hot guy. "Repeat? Um, yes, ma'am, that was Make Your Own Sex Toys. No, SEX toys. Right."
Hot guy was grinning down at him, enjoying the show. And Gavin was surely going to die.
It was, more or less, the worst.
There was no open office space, so he had to use the main help desk, out in the open. As he did with every single call, Gavin did a little mental psych-up—this is dumb, it's just reading a script—and took a deep breath before dialing. It rang a few times, and he was starting to think he might luck out with voicemail, but then the patron picked up.
With a wince, Gavin said, voice soft so as not to disturb anyone, "Hello, this is the Tulane Library—no, Tulane, not public. Maybe your child goes here?"
While they sorted out the very complex issue of what the library was, Gavin stared out into the library and—oh God, it was the hot guy. Bunhead guy! Coming his way!
Gavin sank down in his seat a little, trying to disappear, and said into the phone, "Yes, right, well, it looks like your son has a book that's about to be overdue, so if you pass—the name?"
He checked his notes, and was one-hundred percent sure he now looked like he was dying. "Uh, it's called Make Your Own Sex Toys?"
Gavin glanced up, and Jesus, he was making eye contact with the hot guy. "Repeat? Um, yes, ma'am, that was Make Your Own Sex Toys. No, SEX toys. Right."
Hot guy was grinning down at him, enjoying the show. And Gavin was surely going to die.
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Date: 2019-02-07 09:54 pm (UTC)Dominic wanted to place a hand on his heart, he understood the impulse now. "I'm trying to contain myself, since I've already been shushed once and I know that means I'm on notice. So I'm going to sit over there--" he pointed out a desk that could partially be seen from Gavin's spot, but wasn't in full, distracting view "--and let you get back to work."
Dominic could behave if the reward was a moonlit stroll with a moon of a human.
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Date: 2019-02-07 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-07 10:01 pm (UTC)"I hope you do stare," Dominic replied, and yes -- he winked.
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Date: 2019-02-07 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-07 10:56 pm (UTC)What a beautiful profile. Dominic could watch him for a while without getting even remotely bored. But he wouldn't; he'd give them their space to live their lives, write a paper early, glance at Gavin every so often... it sounded like a great night, actually.