Miles thought working at the university library would be quiet.
His new internship promised hours of sorting dusty archives and shelving books, perfect for someone who preferred silence over socializing. His supervisor, Miss Carroway, seemed the perfect embodiment of that silence.
She was always in fitted turtlenecks, pencil skirts, thick-rimmed glasses, and low heeled shoes. Stern. Professional. Maybe early forties, maybe older. Sharp eyes, tighter lips.
And she never smiled.
Until Thursday night.
The library was nearly empty.
Only a few grad students whispered in corners. Rain tapped at the arched windows. Miles was shelving books in the restricted reference section when he heard it
A low, deliberate cough.
He turned.
Miss Carroway stood at the end of the row, her glasses lowere
