When James was younger he would go to his hometown library on Sundays. He loved those evenings where he would hide amongst the shelves, going through the collections that were available and picking out books that he felt would appeal to Alex while she was ill. That was the cover up for his trips- to get books for his sick little sister and of course he did, but he always picked up books for himself.
The memory of the libraries being so empty on Sunday's always stayed with him and it was the same in every location he visited. He figured his relocating to California would make it no different. So, when he ran out of books to read, he slipped into the library with intentions of getting fresh stock.
Looking around the library he felt a level of impatience emerge. He wanted to get in and out of the library quickly before anyone could see him. Not knowing something was a weakness to James and asking a question, whether it be directions or information, was too close to admitting a fault. Still, James was faced with a decision to make: ask for help or spend more precious time wandering around lost. It would be more time to get caught looking like a nerd.
"Hey, can you help me?" James called out to a girl with dark hair. He flashed her a smile, slipping into his role of flirt, and slipped a hand into his pants pocket.