She came in wearing a Belle costume. Shimmery yellow, floor-length dress, puffy sleeves and a plastic brooch of Belle in the middle in case there was any doubt.
"Belle!" I exclaimed, louder than you would expect in a library. "I had no idea I would see you here today. Do you mind giving me an autograph?!" I ran over with my post-it note pad and a pen.
She looked up at her mom with question-mark eyebrows, and her mom said yes, she could give her autograph. And while she awkwardly clutched the little pad and pen I saw her trying not to smile as she etched out "lily"*.
I thanked her profusely, asked her to call on me if she needed help finding any of her books, and can I just say one more time that I was so pleased and delighted to actually meet her?
As she walked away I saw the smile she was holding back come popping out all over her face, and jeans peeking out from under her dress.
I turned back to my desk to find my boss standing behind me; she had seen the whole thing. "You are a crazy nut," she said, "But the smile on that kid's face is priceless."
I had to agree.