Clara walked to the back of the library. Picking a suitable shelf, she stopped and leaned against it. Giving Sara a look leaving no question that she was supposed to approach her, she waited for her to get close.
“I think you were saying something before about an idea you had?” Clara practically purred. She smoothed the pleats of her skirt and used it as an excuse to cleanse her damp palms. Despite her calm exterior, she felt a hint of nervousness and anxiety.