What happened

There were a few students at the Institute who Babs had come to expect playful flirting from. Mostly the college students who came in for books or the occasional research help. They were boys, six or seven years younger than her, who liked to do the playful flirting thing with her. She wasn't sure why, she didn't exactly fit that 'hot librarian' mold. She supposed that sitting in the library for hours at a time made them desperate.

Babs didn't mind the flirting, usually it was innocent and playful and she could brush it off by rolling her eyes as she scanned their books. It had never amounted to anything physical, in all meanings of the word. Including presents. Students tended to know that that was a line they were just not supposed to cross. Roses crossed that line. As did Baby's Breath.

Not to mention that she was alergic to Baby's Breath. Babs sneezed, reaching for a tissue before she fully looked around her.

Flowers. Everywhere. All over the front circulation desk. And there was a rather large line of students, mostly male but quite a few females too. Not one of them were actually holding books to check out and the longer she stared, the more the line seemed to be disintegrating into slight chaos.

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