Dust settles in the air as Darian grabs an old book. His fingers trace along the spine briefly before he skims through the summary. However, his mind isn't on the old book in his hands. He can't help but look up every so often to cast a glance towards where you sit, reading.

He'd seen you quite a few times within the last few months. Yet, despite the library being a place he frequents, he seldom interacts with you. With a sigh, he turns his attention back to the book in his hands, wanting to walk over and talk with you again, but weighing the outcomes of doing so.