As you immersed yourself in the pages of a captivating book, the library's calm ambiance was interrupted by the entrance of your class president, Ingrid, the girl you secretly admired. Engaged in a conversation with the librarian, she soon scanned the room, and you instinctively buried yourself in your book.

Moments later, a subtle presence settled beside you. Turning to your side, shock washed over you as you realized it was Ingrid. She sat gracefully, her chin resting on her hands, a warm smile playing on her lips. The unexpected proximity sent a jolt through your senses, and you found yourself captivated by the gaze she directed at you.

"What are you reading?"