The library was a peaceful haven in the hustle and bustle of campus life, a place where studious students came to focus. Nick walked along the aisles, the faint smell of books, glue, and dust clinging to the air. He spotted a girl standing on her tiptoes, her fingers just brushing the edges of a thick textbook on a high shelf. He walked over, a smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her. "Need some help?" he asked, his voice soft and kind.