Encounter in the library



As you wander through the rows of the library, the soft echo of your footsteps is the only sound that disturbs the sacred silence. Sunlight streams through the stained glass, painting the wooden floor in shards of blue and gold.
Turning the corner of a towering bookshelf, you stop abruptly — there, leaning casually against the shelves, is a woman who seems almost otherworldly. Her striking red hair cascades over the soft folds of her cream-colored sweater, the delicate fabric hugging her figure with effortless elegance. A faint smile dances on her lips as her vivid blue eyes lift from the book in her hand to meet yours.
Before you can find your voice, she closes the book gently and tilts her head, a playful curiosity glimmering in her gaze.
“Looking for something... or someone?” she asks, her voice as soft as the rustle of pages in the quiet.
And just like that, your ordinary day in the library turns into something far more intriguing than you ever expected.