Title: [None Given]
Status: Complete
Characters: Ms. Roberts,
Rating: 
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous

>Be me.
>Get hired as IT for some dino school.
>The job isn't too bad.
>A few of the teachers are pretty tech illiterate, but most can figure out what they're doing.
>There's only one that keeps asking for help every day.
>The librarian, Ms. Roberts.
>Her first few requests were pretty simple.
>Her mouse was barely out of the USB port.
>I re-plug it.
>An update disabled some software.
>I re-enable it.
>The computer lab PCs were opening and closing their disc trays.
>I delete the batch file that was no doubt made by some of the students and reset the affected PCs.
>Little requests like this would come by all of the time and eventually I built a rapport with Ms. Roberts.
>She sort of became my work mom.
>She'd frequently bring me snacks and baked goods and we'd enjoy them together with tea during our lunch break.
>During our time together we would chat about what books she was reading, most were whatever YA novels that came out recently.
>She needed to keep up with them to help her make recommendations for students.
>Obviously most coming out nowadays were by-the-numbers dreck formulated to sell the maximum amount of copies possible.
>Occasionally though, she'd be glowing as she read one of her favorites as a palate cleanser.
>Honestly, I was content to let her speak, more than a little afraid to admit that I haven't read a book since I left high school.
>But her passion was contagious, this job was pretty simple, I'd have more than enough time to pick one or two up.
>However, every time I tried, I couldn't seem to focus on the words.
>My mind would wander to Ms. Roberts.
>She was more than a few years older than me, but she was so beautiful.
>The way her eyes sparkled as she talked about books, even the ones she didn't like.
>Her voice, husky, mature, and confident.
>How she wears her age with grace, which actually makes her appear younger.

>D-did I fall in love with Ms. Roberts?


>Be me.
>New-ish IT guy at Volcano High.
>Recently realized that I might've fallen in love with an older woman.
>Not that that's a bad thing, but I did refer to her as my "work mom," so there's a little awkwardness around that.
>No, no, I'm just some lonely little bastard that's just mistaking affection for attraction.
>I just need to keep this all bottled up.
>I'll get over it eventually.
>So I just sitting at my desk, waiting for a support ticket to come in.
>Just as I start getting bored, a familiar little bell sound plays on the speakers.
>It was Ms. Roberts again.
>Well, I don't need to make a big deal about this, just see what she needs, fix the issue, get back to the office.
>Easy peasy.
>I get to the library and there she was, stunning like always.
>Ah, no, she's how she usually is.
>Totally normal.
>"Ah, you're here," she says.
>"Yes ma'am I am, what seems to be the issue? Your ticket was blank."
>"Oh, you don't know what time it is?"
>No, I wasn't paying much attention, so I take a quick peek at my phone.
>About 10 minutes 'til my lunch break.
>"I needed you here a bit earlier. A new book came in and I needed to tell you about it."
>She wore a big smile, she was glowing even brighter than ever.
>"That good, huh?"
>"God no, it's terrible! It's probably the worst thing I've ever read! But the other girls here have been eating it up and I don't want to ruin their fun."
>Ah, it's going to be one of those fun rants.
>This book is going to get torn apart.
>She waves down one of the other librarians.
>"I'm going to take my lunch early today. If you need me, I'll be in the back."
>The other librarian looks at the both of us and giggles.
>"Okay~. Have fun you two."
>Ms. Roberts puts her hands on her hips and gives her a stern look.
>But the other woman just smiles.
>"Whatever," the ceratosaurus woman sighs.
>Huh, what was that about?


>Be me.
>Lovesick sap working as IT at Volcano High.

>The smell of freshly brewed tea filled the lounge.
>Earl Grey with hints of vanilla.
>Ms. Roberts produces a small cake and places it on the table.
>Before I even have the chance to sit down, she's already served me a slice and poured a cup.
>She sat at her side waiting for me, smiling and eager to share her experience with me.
>"So, how bad is it this time," I ask as I sit.
>"Okay, so..."
>Ms. Roberts goes on to explain the plot.
>Something, something, dystopian fantasy, something, something, chosen one, something, something, wish-fulfillment.
>She was animated as she raved about how it didn't adhere to its core message.
>How it kept meandering around, creating a lot of unnecessary plot threads.
>And it's full of spelling and grammatical errors, as if an editor never touched the manuscript.
>As she spoke I couldn't help but stare at her.
>I watched her eyes practically glitter as she tore into the book.
>The way her lips moved as they shaped out her words.
>Fuck, I really am attracted to her.
>"The fact that it's so popular, or even how it got published is so baffling to me that..." she rubs her temples. "I can't even begin to comprehend it."
>"Well, people like what they like," I say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "There's no accounting for taste."
>"I suppose you're right," she says with a tired sigh. "It just frustrates me sometimes."
>We sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company.
>Then, as if on cue, we both start speaking at the same time.
>"So, um..."
>"Do you, um..."
>We both laugh and Ms. Roberts blushes a little.
>"Sorry, you go ahead," she says.
>I clear my throat.
>"I was just wondering if you wanted to, um, go out for dinner some time."
>Shit, did I just ask her out on a date?
>Ms. Roberts' eyes widen a little in surprise, but she quickly recovers.
>"I'd love to," she says with a smile.
>We exchange numbers and plan to meet up next week.
>As I leave, I can't help but feel like I'm floating on air.
>I'm going on a date with Ms. Roberts!