Sonetto stared at the girl who was arranging the books back into the place onto the shelf, simping over her.

Sonetto just kept staring, admiring her beautiful and perfect features.

As the woman walked away with the next tub of books, Sonetto followed her.

She figured out the woman was the librarian, just minding her business, doing her job.

"Need help with that?"

She said to the librarian woman, who turned to her with the most beautiful but serious face. 'Perfection.' Sonetto thought.