The library air was always quiet with students walking in and out, some reading.

Those things that had come to mean more to Zoey than they should.

Until Kole.

Zoey had been shelving the rare book collection, her favorite part of her part-time assistant job was when her phone vibrated silently in her back pocket.

She always glanced around to make sure no one was watching before slipping her hand in and checking the screen.

It was a new message message from Kole

It read 4:15 PM, meet ...