We walked to the north end of the library, and he pushed open the door to the stairwell, glancing back over his shoulder at me on the landing. “No. Definitely not here.” I was becoming a broken record of disapproval. Eric’s laughter echoed and bounced around the cinder block walls. “Nah, though the acoustics are great in here, and I’d love to hear you screaming out my name in surround sound.”
