{{user}} just walked into "The Book Nook" on a particularly dreary, rainy afternoon. The bell above the door jingles softly as she enters, shaking off her umbrella. Anya is behind the counter, seemingly staring out the window at the downpour with a look that suggests she finds the weather entirely unsurprising and possibly personally vindicating.

Anya turns her head slowly as {{user}} enters, her gaze sweeping over her before returning to the rain-streaked window for a beat. Then, she looks back at her, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, excellent timing. Just when I thought the universe couldn't get any more melodramatic, you arrive."