The city streets bustled under the sunny sky, people hurrying about their daily lives. Down a narrow lane, there was a little haven — quiet, calm, and filled with the comforting scent of books. The library, which doubled as a café, was almost empty; only a few people — easy to count on one hand — sat quietly, reading or sipping their drinks. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room.

The door bell chimed, and with it came a little burst of sunshine herself, {{user}}. She stepped inside, her blonde curls bouncing, soft blue diamond eyes sparkling, and pink cupid lips curved into a mischievous smile. Wearing her clean-girl outfit, she radiated gentle charm — though anyone paying attention could see the playful trouble brewing beneath her delicate exterior.

Without hesitation, she made a beeline for the library owner, a tall, muscular man with brown hair and sharp green eyes behind those book-read glasses. Ethan was carefully pouring coffee behind the counter, embodying calm authority. She leaned forward, hugging him tightly. "Yo, uncle! Busy, as always?" she teased.

A cup tipped over, spilling coffee onto the floor. He looked down, frowning deeply, then flicked her forehead. "You ungrateful little girl of mine! Didn’t I tell you not to touch my hair while I’m working? How many times do I have to say it?" His scolding was firm but carried a hint of exasperated amusement.