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a funny look, because he added, "Someone left a message
on the library answering machine. A Mr. Storme? I don't know
exactly. He mentioned you two ended up stuck in here because of the
snow and he'd pay the library back for the books."
    "Oh," I said.
    "We were going to throw them out
anyways, and it kept you safe, so it's not a big deal,
though."
    I nodded. I nodded, and... "Did he
leave a phone number?"
    "No. He just said he'll send a check
to cover the costs. I'll rip it up once I get it, I guess. Maybe
mail it back to him. I don't know what to do exactly. There's no
reason to take his money."
    I nodded again. This wasn't
working.
    "Can I take the day off?" I asked
suddenly.
    Rob blinked at me. "Did something
happen? I guess you must be stressed after the snow incident and
all, yeah."
    "No," I said. "No, that's not it.
Just..."
    He smiled at me, urging me to
continue.
    "Rob, I really do like working here,
don't get me wrong, but I wanted to apply for another job, and I'd
like to bring my resume there today and hopefully have an
interview."
    "Oh," he said, looking confused. "Oh,
sure."
    "I probably won't get the job, but I
just want to see how it goes. In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't have
a chance, as I don't meet any of the higher qualifications, but I
really feel like I should do this."
    "What qualifications?" he asked. "Did
you bring your resume?"
    "Yes."
    "Mind if I take a look?"
    I swallowed hard and nodded. Digging
through my purse, I found my folded up resume and showed it to him.
He took it, unfolded it, and scanned through it.
    "This looks good," he said. "You don't
have any references, though. I know you can just put that you can
provide them upon request, but it's not a bad idea to list a few
beforehand. You can use me as a reference. Lie a little if you
want." He grinned. "I'll confirm whatever I'm asked, so don't
worry. None of this should be a problem for you, anyways. I bet
you're a shoe-in for the position."
    "Rob..." I wanted to cry. Why was he
being so nice? I'd just told him I wanted to apply for another job,
and here he was helping me do it wholeheartedly. I felt traitorous,
almost, especially because I really did like this job. I didn't
want to leave, but... I needed to talk to Lucent so badly. Just
talking, just to figure this out.
    Rob laughed. "Elise, you can't cry
before you go in to drop off your resume. This is good. It looks
like a great job. If you don't get it, you're welcome back here. If
you do get it but you don't like it, you can come back here, too.
Even if you don't want to work here anymore, I'd love to see you
stop by now and then. I know how much you like the library. You'll
always be a really important part of it, no matter what
happens."
    I smiled and nodded and almost cried.
I told myself not to cry, though; it worked, but barely.
    "I'll write down my contact info,
alright? It's not printed, but it's better than nothing. I'll use
my library stamp. It'll look different and set you apart from the
other candidates."
    I didn't even know if there were any
other candidates. Unable to speak for fear of bursting into tears,
I stood there and watched as Rob inked his stamp with a stamp pad,
then pressed it against the reference section of my resume,
imprinting his information in glistening black ink.
    "You should probably let it dry for a
moment," he said. "Here, tell me about what happened this weekend.
Was everything fine? It was really clean when I came in this
morning, so I'm guessing everything worked out."
    I told him, but I couldn't tell him
much without choking up. I mentioned Lucent sparingly, and told Rob
we were mostly fine. We watched movies, used the vending machine,
played cards, read books. Nothing out of the ordinary.
    My entire weekend was extremely
extraordinary, but by the way I explained it to Rob, it must have
sounded like the most regular couple of days to ever
exist.
     
    ...
     
    I walked through the revolving doors
of Landseer Tower, resume in hand. Rob let me leave