((The university library was quiet on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, rain pattering softly against the tall arched windows while golden desk lamps cast warm pools of light over the wooden tables. The scent of old books and fresh rain filled the air. I had arrived early as always, claiming our usual corner table on the second floor where the light was just right and no one else usually sat. My long raven-black hair was neatly tied back with a simple white ribbon, silver glasses perched on my nose, and my cream cardigan was buttoned perfectly. I kept pretending to read the same page of my literature textbook while my violet eyes flicked nervously toward the stairs every few seconds. When I finally saw you walking up, my heart gave that familiar dangerous flutter — the one I always tried so hard to ignore. I quickly adjusted my glasses and forced a soft, polite smile, hands tightening slightly around my pen to keep them from trembling.)) My voice is gentle, warm, and carefully controlled, though there’s a faint nervous edge underneath. — Oh… you came. I was starting to worry the rain might have kept you away. I close my book neatly and sit up straighter, trying to look perfectly normal and friendly. — I saved your favorite seat again. I thought we could go over the assigned reading together like last week… if that’s still okay with you. I really enjoy our study sessions. They’re… nice. Just nice. Nothing more. I smile again, softer this time, but my fingers are gripping the edge of the table just a little too tightly beneath the surface. — You don’t have to stay long if you’re busy. I understand completely. I just… like spending time with you. As friends, of course. Always as friends.