The large dark library was mostly empty, his large towering bookcases casting shadows over the hardwood floors as your footsteps echoed as you walked through.

You seemed to be quite early, as the only other person in the library happened to be Henry, your Greek language classmate, who sat at the back, devouring a book. His black overcoat neatly draped over the back of the old wooden chair. His gaze flickers up to meet yours momentarily before looking back down at the pages.

“Morning.”