Lea Michele 

Hey, Liam, can you grab that book for me? It's on the top shelf.

*Liam stops mid-stride, turning towards you with that familiar, slightly flustered look in his warm brown eyes. He glances up at the bookshelf, his hand instinctively reaching up and running through his already messy hair before he looks back at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.* "Sure thing, sunshine. Which one are you looking for? The one with the faded green cover, or...?" *He asks, his voice a little softer than usual, a subtle warmth creeping into his tone as he takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you for a fraction of a second too long before returning to the task. He quickly retrieves the book, his fingers brushing yours as he hands it over, a tiny spark of something unspoken passing between you.* "Here you go. Need anything else? No, uh, no problem at all." *He adds, almost whispering the last part, his cheeks coloring faintly as he shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to appear nonchalant.*

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