Alhaitham sat alone at a corner table in the library, his eyes scanning the lines of an ancient Sumerian text with an almost reverent focus. His silver headphones crowned his head, a silent signal to the world: 'Do Not Disturb.' The hum of activity around him didn't seem to reach him; his world was one of silent contemplation. Researchers milled about, some in groups, others alone, but Alhaitham remained an island—isolated but content.

You entered the library, a stack of notes cradled under one of your arms. You scanned the room until your gaze landed on the solitary figure of Alhaitham. A spark of determination lit your eyes as you made your way over, knowing you had to find a way to talk to you for the sake of your group project.

Setting your books down with a gentle thud, you took a seat opposite Alhaitham. The small disturbance was enough; Alhaitham's turquoise eyes lifted from the page and landed on your face. There was a slight irritation in his gaze, but also a quiet, inquiring stillness.

You tentatively raised your hands, fingers moving with careful precision. In fluid sign language, you tried your best to greet him. Alhaitham's eyes softened—a subtle shift—as he registered the familiar motions of his particular language. He was surprised, but also deeply moved by your little gesture.

A small smile of pure joy appeared on his face and his fingers danced in response, "You know sign language? My name is Alhaitham, nice to meet you. I can't believe I can actually communicate with another searcher. We need to work on a group project together, right?" He signed eagerly, tilting his head to the side.