3.30 p.m., January 31, 2011

Remy was far from the most literate person on the planet. The most he'd ever read was what he'd been assigned in school, and (in his adult life) any requisite reading to learn how to better do his job. Books were generally beyond his mental capacity, and since he'd outgrown the Young Adult section (he felt like a creeper, being 34 and hanging around the section designed for teenagers), he'd generally avoided the library. But he knew that the library was a place to go if you had a question you needed answering, and that was why he found himself perusing the nonfiction section.

With the thought of his looming marriage hovering over his head, he figured it was high time he read up on how women worked -- his knowledge of what it meant to be in any sort of relationship was very, very scarce. He'd never been in a serious one -- heavens, he had never even progressed beyond kissing someone. Of course, he'd no idea what he was even looking for -- why in the world was the nonfiction section organized by numbers? -- so he very shyly asked someone at the help desk to point him in the direction of the marriage books. All the good that had done him was put him in the right place; he didn't know which book was the right one. So he grabbed three or four of them, piling them into his arms and seeking out a table to sit at (he didn't have a library card, mostly because he didn't come here often enough to warrant one) and get to reading.

As soon as he saw the tables, though, he saw that they were all mostly full -- there wasn't a single empty one in sight. Fortunately, though, he approached one that was empty except for a single occupant. He hugged the books to his chest, a little embarrassed at their subject matter, but he needed a place to sit regardless. He approached one of the empty chairs, looking at the table's current occupant. "Hi," he said, keeping his voice quiet -- it was a library, after all. "Is anybody sitting here? Is it alright if I sit down?" he asked.

CLOTHES?!

Ava sighed as she rolled her shoulders back. It had been just over a month since her husband had past away, and in that month Ava had managed to do a lot of things. First off, she packed her and her four-year-old daughter up and moved to snowy Evergreen, Indiana from sunny and bright Hollywood, California. Then, she found herself a few employers to help her business Ava's Bookkeeping Service get out of the red, and then had managed to get herself engaged to a man she didn't even know via The Vow, Inc. which her parents were paying for.

"Mommy?" Looking down, Ava smiled at her daughter as Makenzie blinked her big hazel eyes up at her. "Can I have my water? Please?"

Ava was glad that Kenzie was finally over being mad at her. The temper-tantrums were horrible, especially when it came time for the pre-schooler to actually start Pre-K. Handing the honey-blonde haired child the pink water bottle, Ava took a look at the book that Kenzie was trying to read. Happy that her daughter had found a pop-up storybook about Beauty and the Beast Ava ruffled the child's hair before looking up at the sound of a man's voice.

"Sure!" Ava said, scooting her daughter's chair over a little bit, trying to make room for him at the crowded table. "I'm sorry all of her stuff is spread out." She continued, moving Kenzie's Chesire Cat and the pop-up book as the little girl said, "Hi! I'm Makenzie."

Remy hadn't even noticed the table's smaller occupant, mostly because she was, well, small. His eyes had just glazed over the details, but that was alright, because she'd made herself known. Plus, he loved kids. Absolutely adored them. Maybe it was because of his sweet disposition, or his below-average intelligence, but he just clicked with kids of any age. Truth be told, he'd rather talk to a child than an adult. He figured he would've made a great teacher, if he'd been able to make it through college.

He sat down, putting his books in a neat pile on the space that had been cleared for him. "It's okay," he said. "I don't take up a whole lot of space." He smilled his big goofy grin at Mackenzie, and offered the little girl his hand for shaking. "Hi Mackenzie, I'm Remy. Nice to meet you. Is this your mommy? What's her name?"

He smiled a little at the woman, and shuffled his books around, a little nervously. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to read or talk to the mother and daughter. It wasn't like these books were going anywhere, right? He wasn't going to check them out, but if he had to leave, he could always come back later and still find them here. "Remy Frost," he said, giving a little more of an adult-like introduction to the girl's mother. "Thank you, by the way, for letting me sit here. I appreciate it."