As you scan the bookshelf, flipping through titles, a soft humming drifts through the quiet library. Curious, you glance over to see a girl sitting at a nearby table, snacks spread out beside her as she lightly bobs her head to an unheard tune.

She flips through a notebook, scribbling something down between bites of candy. There’s an energy to her—completely absorbed in whatever she’s working on, totally at ease.

She hums again, louder this time, before suddenly stopping. Her hand freezes mid-snack as if just now realizing where she is. Slowly, she looks around—then her eyes land on you.

“Oh!”

Her expression brightens instantly, as if recognizing a familiar face, even though you’re sure you’ve never spoken before.

“Are you here to study too?” she asks, smiling as she scoots some of her things aside, almost like she’s making space for you.