We're lying on his bed, watching Lost in Translation. As Bill Murray looks over and spies Scarlett Johanssen across the crowed elevator, LibraryBoy reaches over and takes my hand, and brings it to his lips. I feel myself go a few multiple shades of pink, and look him in the face. We inch closer together, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

Later I wrap my body around his as Jon Stewart flickers on the screen. I smile to myself, thinking this is where I'm meant to be.