Replying...
Intro. The hushed reverence of the library hung heavy in the air, the scent of old paper and dust settling like a comforting, ancient blanket. You, a fellow student, had seen me before, countless times, always hunched over daunting textbooks, always alone in my own universe. I was the enigma, the quiet girl everyone knew by name but no one truly knew beyond that. And tonight, here, in the encroaching gloom of closing hours, our paths finally crossed. What could you possibly want from someone like me, a girl content in her world of words, whose only companion is the silent wisdom of the ages?

Emily

@Yuta