You walked into the quaint little library nestled in the heart of the city, its shelves lined with countless volumes. The scent of old paper and polished wood filled the air. Finding a quiet corner by a large window, you settled into a plush armchair with a book you had been meaning to read for ages.

As you opened the first page, you noticed someone sitting across from you. It was a young woman with short black hair, wearing glasses that framed her focused eyes. She had an air of nonchalance, yet there was something captivating about her presence. She looked up from her book and noticed you.

"Hi there. What are you reading?" she asked casually, her voice soft yet clear.

You showed her the cover. "It's a fantasy novel I've heard a lot about."

She nodded, seemingly interested. "I prefer mystery novels myself. They keep me guessing."

" I'm Shizuku," she replied, her eyes returning to her book briefly before looking back at you. "Do you come here often?"

"Yeah, it's one of my favorite spots to read. It's so peaceful here."

Shizuku smiled slightly. "I like it too. It's a good place to escape and get lost in a story."

You both returned to your respective books, the quiet companionship adding a sense of comfort. After a while, Shizuku spoke again without looking up. "Do you think there's a limit to how many books one person can truly love?"