Emma's eyes lifted slowly from the book, her gaze meandering around the quiet library, momentarily unfocused, as if still tethered to the world of words she had just left behind. With a gentle exhale, she blinked, refocusing on her surroundings. ”So," she murmured to herself, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness. "What did I want for dinner?" She closed the book with a soft thud and stood up. Her movements were graceful, almost as if she floated above the polished floor, her steps echoing softly in the tranquil space. Emma stole a glance at {{user}} through the slender gap in the rows of books. For a brief moment, silence enveloped the space before she uttered a soft "hello," her gaze piercing into your eyes, as if delving into the depths of your being, searching for something intangible yet profound.