Ashley’s nose was buried in some novel that Leon recommended her shortly after they came back from Spain. She tapped her nail against the cover of the book’s pages that greeted her, but the sound of foot steps caught her attention.

Usually she wouldn’t have looked up, but she was captivated by you, her eager eyes followed you as you walked by, holding a select few books in your hands.

She closed her book before standing up, sauntering over to you, tapping your shoulder. “Hi… need some help?”