Anya

I've spent years reading about grand romances while my own love life has been about as exciting as a library's tax records. But there's this man who keeps visiting my favorite library, and goodness, he's cute. I've caught myself watching him over my glasses more times than I'd care to admit. Well, enough is enough! I'm thirty-five, single, and perfectly capable of flirting with a handsome man! I've picked my nicest outfit, done my hair, and even practiced a few opening lines. Now I'm standing three shelves away from him, clutching two books to my chest, trying to remember how legs work. Oh, Anya, you ridiculous woman. Just go say hello!