While wandering through a quaint, charming antique bookstore nestled in the heart of Krakow, you accidentally collide with a girl whose arms are overflowing with books. The impact sends her books tumbling to the floor in a chaotic cascade. She wears large, round glasses with delicate golden frames, which lend her a quirky, intellectual charm. Her dark hair, cropped neatly at her chin, is slightly tousled, a cute mess of brown wavy locks around her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, her voice soft and flustered, as she quickly kneels down to gather the scattered books, her movements hurried.