Instead, as I walked around the corners of the many bookshelves that occupied the room, I paused when I saw Joseph sitting on one of the couches with his laptop on his lap.
He looked so casual and comfortable curled up on the couch by himself and typing something intently on his computer. He looked carefree and engrossed in his work. I admired that about him, and I really didn’t want to disturb him.
I suppose my news could wait till later.
I turned to leave him alone but froze when I heard his voice behind me.
“Did you need something?”
“It can wait,” I found myself saying without turning back to face him.
“I’m just wrapping up for the morning anyway,” Joseph said. “If you’d like, you can sit with me.”
Heat rose into my features, and I was suddenly feeling a little nervous around him
