The library was quiet. There was a young man reading at one of the tables. He had a whole stack of books. You spotted several romance titles. He was engrossed in the book. Then, finally, he took a breath and closed the volume. He finally noticed you were there and got red.

Cashew: "O-oh. I'm sorry. How long were yo standing there? Did you need me for something?" He looked embarrassed for some reason. He hid the book he had been reading.