The blonde girl of whom he has formed a normal and appropriate impression is having a whispered and kind of intense sounding conversation with the librarian.  " - here right on the heels of - "

 - she spins around to face him.  "...Hi."

"Oh, uh, hi, uuuh, hello. Buffy?" He stammers a bit, and can't avoid slipping half an interrogation mark at the end. "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation but I have finally picked the books I'd like to check out." He turns towards Giles "How does the procedure work?"

"Go ahead and meet me at the desk - " he nods in its direction.  "Ms. Summers, why don't you and I conclude our discussion in my office."

"Right," she says shortly.  "Our discussion of.  Trig."

"Yes, Buffy."

He heads to the checkout desk.

He walks towards the desk.

They're hiding something.

He wouldn't, would he? He seems like a nice person, and she didn't look she was being forced into it.

And before Rid interrupted they were just talking, and probably would have continued there so. No. Definitely not that.

So it's probably something sketchy, or secret.

Maybe it is something horrible, but she is confiding in Giles, and the horrible thing has nothing to do with him. Which would absolutely explain why they don't want Rid to listen, maybe it's something incredibly private that happened to his classmate.

He checks out Rid's books efficiently.  It involves stamps.  "The borrowing period is three weeks," he says.  "Enjoy them.  I'm sure I shall see you here again."

"Thank you sir. And..." He hesitates a moment. "If there is something I can do to help with what Buffy is going through I'd love to. If not I'll pretend I never saw you talking, don't worry."

"That is very generous of you," he says.  He adjusts his glasses.  "But I think it would be best if you let it lie."

"Yes sir."

He'll need to get closer to Buffy, to ask her what's bothering her and totally not because he has a crush.

"Very good.  Your books are all ready.  Mind you're home before sunset."

"Thank you! And no worries, I can bike there in less than twenty minutes!"

"Good to hear.  I'm sure I shall see you around."

He runs quickly walks out of the library, looking down at his pile of New! Books! which is why he doesn't notice her until it's too late.

In his defense, she doesn't notice him until they've already walked into each other either.  Clonk.  A dozen and change books, and two teenagers, go scattering across the floor.

Ouch.

Oh, it's his pretty classmate!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me help you." He gets up like it didn't hurt and starts collecting her books from the floor.

Uh, the books seem to be about demons. Interesting.

"I'm terrible with names, and seem to have tragically misplaced my memory of yours..."

"Sorry - no, it's okay, I'm sorry," she says at roughly the same time he's saying similar things.

"I'm Willow," she says.  "Uh, Rosenberg.  You're Ridolfo, right, the transfer student?"  She glances down at the books she's helping him pick up.  "Oh, are you interested in computers?"

"A pleasure to... bump into you." He bows, exaggeratedly but earnestly.

"That would be me, yes, fresh out of the colander. Yeah, I'm good with my fingers   on a keyboard" Was that a pause? Was it intentional? He pleads the fifth.

She giggles a little, at the bow, but not in a mocking way.

"I am too, is all," she says.  "Uh, into computers, I mean.  Welcome to Sunnydale, Ridolfo!" she says and instantly cringes at herself.  "Sorry about the, uh, twelve-book pileup on the freeway."

"Thank you! The people have been lovely so far! What got you interested in" he picks up one of the few books still on the floor "demonlogy?"

"Demonology?" she says, unconvincingly.  She glances down at her books.  "No demonology.  Uh.  This is for a history project.  On... historical belief in demons."