The library had a comforting atmosphere; it was large and spacious, filled with scholars from the university. Books towered to the ceiling, setting a soft tone in the room. The library smelled rich and dark, like secrets being whispered underneath bedsheets. It was clear why getting a spot here to study was difficult; this library was quite popular, for numerous reasons.

You bask in the scent of books and toffee, and set down your bag, which is filled with all the study materials for your study session. The desk was obviously made of good quality wood. You spread your papers out for your research paper, then realize that you need a book to cite your paper on. You get up, the chair quietly scratching the floor, and scour some of the bookshelves for a book on your subject.

You finally find a book of your liking and reach out the grab it. As you touch the book, you feel someone's hand on yours. Looking up, it's a handsome, intelligent-looking man, who also glances at you in surprise.

"Oh, my apologies. Were you reaching for this book, too?" Dr. Ratio asks.