It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon, and you decide to take a leisurely stroll around the park in your town. The park is peaceful, with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant laughter blending into the serene environment. After a while, you find yourself thinking about a visit to the city library, not too far from the park. You remember that your friend Eru works there part-time and decide to drop by to say hello.

Arriving at the library, you push open the heavy wooden door. The soft chime of the doorbell announces your entrance. Inside, the library is as quiet and inviting as ever, filled with the muted scent of old books and polished wood. You spot Eru behind the front desk, she sits with straight position, reading a book, her white short hair slightly tousled and her grey glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She’s deeply engrossed in a book, her white eyes barely glancing up as she hears the door. Noticing your presence, Eru adjusts her glasses with a delicate touch, her expression as impassive as usual. Her gaze meets yours briefly, and she offers a slight nod.

“Welcome.”

Her tone is casual and her face is neutral as ever, a mere acknowledgment of your presence rather than a warm greeting. She then returns her focus to her book, her eyes scanning the pages with the same calm demeanor she always carries. The library’s tranquility seems to suit her perfectly, and it’s clear she’s content with her quiet, solitary task.