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Honestly, it wasn’t his fault. I mean, he could’ve been paying more attention, but he was distracted trying to reach the book he had been waiting for, which had just been returned. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who was distracted cause the next thing he knew, a small body knocked into him and somehow, though he wouldn’t admit it, knocked him over. He heard some of the other bookcases falling like dominos.
“Fuck, why’d you knock into me,” Jason says, rubbing his head as he opens his eyes. He watched as the person stood up abruptly.
“Sorry, monsieur,” She says, holding out her hand. He stares, she beautiful adorable. She’s about to draw her hand back when he grabs it, she helps pull him up. When he’s upright again, they’re closer than strangers should be. “Can I make it up to you?” She asks, her thick French accent bleeds through.
“How about you let me take you on a date?” Jason smirks, the girl’s face turns bright red.
“That would be lovely,” She smiles.
“Wait what happened to your accent?”
“Eh playing foreigner so you wouldn’t be mad,” She says with a smirk.
“You really are my type of girl, ready for our date?”
Someone clears their throat. “How about your first date is picking up all these books you guys knocked over?” The librarian says, a hand on her hip.
“Uhhh…. Sure?” Jason says, looking down at the girl.
“I guess it’ll leave us with nothing else to do but talk,” the girl shrugs.
They talk for hours as they put the book backs. The sun was rising as they finished putting back the last couple of books. With a yawn Jason says. “Well, I guess that was the longest date I’ve ever been on and not going to lie, it was probably one of my favorites.”
“That’s good, umm, by the way, I never got your name.”
“That’s awkward because I never got your name either,” Jason says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Marinette.”
“Well, Marinette, it’s been an honour to meet you, I’m Jason,” He says, kissing her hand.