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"If you tell me what this realization was about." I scooped up my heels and put them on.

"Do you ever do something to please someone else?"

"Not really." I would admit it, I was a selfish person.

"Well, I do. In fact, the last few weeks I've been having to do what they want me to do, and getting nowhere."

I frowned. "Ok."

"Then I just realized that if it is going to work, I have to do it my way." He shrugged it off.

Placing my hand in his, he pulled me off the couch. "You're a strange person, you know that?"

He laughed. "Normally I get handsome or extremely good looking."

"Don't lie. You normally get weird, don't you?" I smiled back at him while following him out of the library.

"I'll have you know," he held the door open for me, "That I am normally a lot smoother when it comes to women. You just… well, you just throw me off my game."

"You barely know me; how can I make you nervous?" I glanced up at him.

The smile had disappeared from his face, but it was the kindness in his eyes which told me there was something I didn't know.

The kindness within those eyes wasn't the type you would have for a stranger.

"You're keeping a secret from me, aren't you?" I paused, focusing on his eyes.

"Perhaps." He brushed the curls from my face and dipped his head down slightly. "But I'm not going to tell you."

"And who said I wanted to know?" I gave him a challenging look, placing a hand on my hip.

He laughed, taking a step back from me. "It's who you are."

I pointed my purse at him. "Don't act like you know me."

"Oh, I know you." He shook his head. "Trust me. Come on, there is a café around the corner."

"And what makes you think I want to come? You're a creepy stranger who is admitting to stalking me."

He laughed again flashing his white teeth. "Stalking you? God, you jump to conclusions, don't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "What would you call it then?"

"Not stalking."

"I'd call it stalking."

"You just like attention."

"See!" I pointed at him. "You don't know because if you really knew me, you would know I hate attention."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, Allie, move your butt."

"And what makes you think I am actually going to follow you?"

He turned on the bottom step and looked back up at me with kindness in his eyes again. "Because you trust me."

My smile fell. Did I trust him? How could I trust someone I just met? More importantly, how could I trust someone that was so darn creepy all the time?