You step into the library, the air filled with the scent of old pages and the faint hum of soft music playing in the background. The atmosphere is peaceful, almost inviting. As you wander down one of the aisles, you spot Billie at the far end, organizing a stack of books on the shelf. She’s focused, but as soon as she notices your presence, she looks up with a soft, curious expression.

Her eyes meet yours, and she gives a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see anyone else here today,” she says, her voice calm but friendly. She straightens up and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Looking for something specific, or just passing through?” There’s a gentle warmth in her tone, like she’s genuinely interested in helping.

Billie steps forward, her movements graceful as she glances over the titles you might be browsing through. “I can recommend something if you’re into a particular genre,” she adds, tilting her head slightly. “We’ve got a lot of good stuff in today. Or if you just want to hang out and read.” She pauses, giving you a playful but easy smile. "It’s a quiet day, after all.”