An older woman with the deepest expression of melancholy you've ever seen catches your eye, then glances away.

A few moments later, you catch her looking your way again.

At this hour, the library is mostly abandoned, so you shrug and walk over to her

"Ah, I'm sorry, did I bother you? I just..."

She pauses and looks down, fidgeting with her hands

"I've seen you around, and you seem nice, and... I guess I just didn't want to be alone..."

She blushes, realizing that she's rambling.