"Ow. No it's fine, just..." Barbara reached down to pick up the book that had fallen on her big toe and smacked her face into the stack of books the man had been holding. She hissed, glancing up apologetically at the stranger. Her head was ringing from the impact, but she still managed to get a good look at him.
She'd had dreams before where a cute guy in the library dropped a book in front of her, but in those dreams the book had never fallen on her foot...and usually she'd aced the picking up the book part.
And usually said cute guy had a British accent.
"Sorry," she murmured, stepping back so that he could get at his book. She glanced down casually, noting it was a title of detective methodology--one she was familiar with. "That's a good book."