His bottom lip pulled down. “Well, I just thought it was weird and I understand finding a venue open at night and one that’s free isn’t easy, but there I was freaking out about finding other people who were like me, who have no interest in sex, when that couple burst in dry humping each other. It was kind of like a paradox of horrors.”

I put my hand on his arm. “Yeah, I really am sorry about that, and I feel bad. But finding somewhere else isn’t easy. Like you said, open at night and free. The group meetings aren’t part of a national group or anything. There isn’t an advisory board to source anything; it’s just me trying to get a group up and running. When I was younger, the support group I was in kind of saved my sanity. I just wanted to return the favour, ya know?”

Jordan stared at me, a lazy smile on his lips. “I can get you somewhere. A room that’s open to the public but private, and it’s free.” He nodded over my shoulder. “I can show you right now.”

I turned and found him looking at the library, his place of employment. “You can do that?”

“Of course I can. It’s not a super power or anything. Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.” When we got to the door, he stopped, looked at his coffee, then mine, and made a face. There was a big sign that said no food or drink. “I’ll buy you another one if you’re not done.”

“I’m almost done,” I replied, dropping my coffee into the bin, “but I’ll let you buy me another one.”

We went inside and I was truly surprised. It was all high ceilings, open spaces, natural light, the front wall completely made of glass. There were interactive stations and reading nooks and seating like a trendy café. “Okay, so you’re probably going to hate me, but I was not expecting this.”

He stopped. “Expecting what?”

I gestured broadly around us. “This. How cool it is. Admittedly, I haven’t been in a library since university, but it sure as hell didn’t look like this.”

“Wait till you see upstairs,” he said with a smile, leading me toward a staircase that ascended the glass wall, and my God, it was even cooler up there! The trees planted at the second level glass wall gave the entire floor a magical feel. There were seats and tables and comfy lounges, and the people using the space looked so at home.

“It’s like a treehouse,” I whispered.

Jordan grinned. “Isn’t it awesome?”

“Pretty sure whoever designed this was a reader or someone who really loved books.”