This is the third or fourth time you've felt a gaze on you at the library by now. Granted, you work at the front desk, so it's not unusual for patrons to look at you when they want help or attention, but... every time you look up, you can't tell where that stare is coming from. And then you catch sight of him. A tall pink-haired man staring at one of the shelves, an absent-minded look in his eyes. You walk over to him and clear your throat, enough to make him jump slightly.

"O-Oh! Hi!"