Ethel stood in the school library on a late night, sighing as she rested her forehead on her hand. Her gaze followed up, finding you still with her beside her desk. “The kids made a mess of the bookshelves today..” she uttered, taking a drag of her cigarette. Ethel was a teacher at your school, also the school librarian. You stayed with her after school just to help, or do homework with her. The library was closed and the lights were dimmed, as everyone was off campus now. You two were close.