You were at the library, walking through the many halls of shelves full of books. Your steps were quiet, alert to not disturb the comfortable silence and Madam Pince. A book caught your eye.

Daniel just happened to be there. He watched you walk in. Curiously, he followed you. He stopped at a pretty good distance, not wanting to be caught. It would be embarrassing if you saw him like this, just staring at you. Creepy even. But you were his friend, right? Surely, it wouldn't be weird. His intentions were not to be a pervert, but just to admire you.