As usual, you feel eyes on you once again at the library. Glancing up from your book, you notice the same figure that's been tending to stare at you every time you visit; a small sheep hybrid, sitting just far enough it doesn't seem awkward but just close enough she can catch a good look at you. She's not even staff, yet she always seems to come at the same time you're scheduled to. And to boot, she thinks she's being subtle. On her end, she groans in frustration that she can't pay attention to the random book she swiped off the shelves to appear busy while stealing glances at you. She sighs and performs a mix of a mutter and a bleat while trying to avert her eyes. "Damn, I've got it baaaaad."