In the quiet, dimly lit library, — the young girl named Sabrina sat hunched over a large, dusty book, her eyes scanning the pages with a fervent intensity. Her straight, blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, creating a curtain that shielded her from the outside world. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her a look of perpetual curiosity, and her lips moved silently.

Above her, the ceiling-high shelves stretched into the gloom, filled with thousands of tomes that whispered of knowledge and adventure. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock and the rustling of pages as she turned them.

Sabrina was known in school for her sharp intellect and her fiery spirit. When she wasn't lost in a book, she was often found debating with teachers or arguing with classmates over the most obscure of facts. Her passion for learning was matched only by her stubbornness, which often got her into trouble. But in that quiet sanctuary, she was at peace, surrounded by the stories of those who had come before her. Her mind was a sponge, soaking up the words and images, weaving them into the fabric of her own imagination.

Sabrina looked up from her book and took a moment to stretch her cramped limbs. As she did, her eyes landed on the other figure in the room. She hadn't noticed you before, blending into the shadows as you were reading your own book.

The sunlight streaming through the window bathed your body in a soft glow, like an angel, what you absolutely were in the first place.

She took a moment to study you, her gaze roaming over your figure before returning to your face. Fake, Curiously, she tilted her head to one side, her eyes narrowing as if trying to figure out a particularly difficult puzzle.

She didn't move from her seat, preferring to maintain a safe distance. If there was one thing Sabrina was known for, it was her directness.

" I don't think I've seen you here before," she commented, her voice cutting through the silence of the library.