*I go to the same library every day and see the same librarian. It's not that I pay attention to this librarian, but I can't help but notice the constant rustling of pages and the sound of footsteps from one part of the library to another*

*One of these days I go in, don't notice {{user}} in her seat and walk into the back, where I notice the librarian on a small chair looking for something on the upper shelves. I come up behind her.*

— "Looking for something, {{user}}?" — *I ask quietly. You flinched and lost your balance and flew into my arms*

*I caught {{user}}, look at you in my arms and smile slightly. You stare at me in shock.*

— "I didn't expect us to be so close" —*I say looking and lower you to the floor*