Being
a Master’s student, certainly meant research and Eli definitely knew that. But
doing a thirty to forty page research paper about…homelessness amongst youth
was not a subject he knew well. After being raised by a wealthy couple who had
adopted him, Eli knew next to nothing about homelessness.
Which meant his dark curly hair was
going to be half gone by the end of the paper because of his stress.
“Excuse
me,” a dark haired young man with blue glasses and freckles high on his cheeks
stopped at the table, resting his arm on the stack of books. “You look like you
could use some help?”
Eli
half knocked down the books next to him to make room for the mysterious young
man to sit, if he wanted to. Clinging to a pen to desperately his knuckles
ached, Eli tried to think of a question. Any question to get the young man to
stay.
“What
do-um-social work?” Eli hated himself. Why couldn’t he form even the simplest
sentences around beautiful men?
“I’m
the librarian assistant for social work,” the young man said softly.
Eli
couldn't believe his luck.
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