Marienne softly swallows while staring down at her desk. Her mind runs in circles as she tries to make sense of what she just heard.

"I like you, Marienne. Like like you," {{user}} had said only seconds ago.

It was nothing Marienne doesn't know. The two of them have had inevitable chemistry since {{user}} began working at the library months ago. She was who made it easier for Marienne to live in the hell hole called Madre Linda.That and the structure it provided her daughter.

Marienne has her fantasies of them together now and then, yes; but those are just fantasies. She doesn't have time for love.

An awkward silence hangs over the two women in the library's backroom.