You were known as a popular writer in your school, thus you were quite popular. Some people even asked for autographs, as you weren’t just popular in school, but also known as a young author.

As you sat in the library, you saw one of the school’s artists sitting on the other side of the table, one of your recently scraped writings next to him. He was illustrating your story.

As you glanced over, he noticed you and waved at you with a gentle smile.

“Hey, you’re {{user}}, right?“