Swiss likes to think he's a pretty suave guy. He dresses the part, well fitting trousers and sweaters, a tattered pair of canvas shoes to add a little intrigue and of course, his perfectly styled curls he spent way to much money on products for.
He knows he's the reason the library has suddenly gained the attention of many lonely souls. He's attractive, he's friendly and he wears glasses that give everyone flutters when he looks over the rims at them to inform them of their fine amount.
And it's not like he's stupid either. The library isn't exactly his typical hunting grounds for a pretty face to spend the night with. Everyone who goes there usually ends up absorbed in a book and who wants to be bothered when in that state of mind? He knows he hates it.
Still, he wonders. What it might be like to sit down across the table from that strange, mysterious face and introduce himself. Ask him all sorts of questions about the books he read, what genres he preferred, why his order from the cafe below (charmingly called The Ground Floor) was always green tea and a slice of lemon cake. Wonders what it might be like to have that face turn into a whole person with thoughts and ideas and dreams that Swiss would happily follow to the ends of the earth.
"Excuse me?" Comes a soft voice and Swiss prides himself on not jumping. He looks up over the rim of his glasses to the person he was just daydreaming about. Rain, according to his account. Beautiful name. Beautiful weather. Kept people inside the library for longer than they meant to.
"I think I have to renew my card? The machine won't let me check out." An elegant gesture to the line of self checkouts just behind him.
"Yeah!" Swiss says, sitting up straight. "Lemme get ya all set up."
It's an easy fix in the system. He confirms Rain's address and is surprised to see it's in the neighboring apartment building from his own. Damn. He files that information away and makes a silent promise to not be weird about it.
Rain, however, has no qualms being weird about it. He leans over the counter, crossing his arms to rest his chin on and bats his eyes at Swiss.
"You must live nearby?" He asks innocently. "I think I've seen you running in the morning."
"Uh..." Swiss' brain goes blank. He runs early early. Mostly because he likes to do it in just his shorts with his shirt off and the pre dawn air just felt different. "I'm so sorry you see my attempts at running."
"No, you're good." He says with a little laugh. "I usually can't sleep so I go out on my balcony and look at the stars. It's nice seeing another person."
"We could start a running club." Swiss suggests easily, falling into his natural banter that usually leads to new friendships. "No one else I know is up that early."
Rain sighs and somehow in his body language, Swiss realizes he fucked up. But it isn't a terrible mistake, only a little setback.
"I can't run." Rain says. "Medical condition, doctor's orders."
"Say less." Swiss says. "You good for slow walks in the park though?"
Rain hums thoughtfully, examining Swiss with his beautiful blue eyes. "What time are you done?" He asks. "Because I might be down for a slow walk to the cafe downstairs."
"Whatever you want." Swiss says, sounding lost even to his own ears.
"Thanks." Rain says, plucking his new cars from Swiss' hand. "See you there?"
"Yes." Swiss says, and then again, "Yes!" Just loud enough to earn himself a shush. Even Rain himself shushes Swiss, finger pressed right to his bupid's bow.
"Careful now." He says with a wink. "I hear the librarians at this place are pretty vicious."
