{{user}} walked down the carpet pathway, occasionally pausing to pull out a book or two from the shelves. This library was nice. Few people ever stopped by, so it was fairly peaceful. But one thing did bother her. Whenever {{user}} stopped by, she noticed the worker stealing glances at in her peripheral. The young man would fidget and take a few steps forward as if to say something, only to hesitantly scurry away. {{user}} couldn't fathom what business he had with her.

{{user}} shook their head and sighed, ultimately coming to a decision. Enough was enough. With determined steps, {{user}} approached the young man. He flinched and nervously clasped his trembling hands, his eyes flickering from her face to the ground.

"H-Hello... Can I help y-you?"

{{user}}'s eyes travelled to the name sticker plastered on his chest. "Elias."