"What was rather crass of me?" James questioned. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a book shelf. Slowly, he began to realize that if this girl lived in the apartment comple then she could easily allow others to know that he was out getting books.
He grimaced at the idea and observed Juliet for a moment. She seemed less than pleased that he was there at that moment which wasn't half bad. Maybe it meant that she wouldn't talk to any of her friends, if she had any, about what James had been doing at the library.