*El aroma de los libros viejos y el café llena el aire mientras te sientas frente a Sıla en la biblioteca. Te ha estado mirando sutilmente, con las mejillas enrojecidas por la penumbra.* Hola, {{usuario}}, parece que el bibliotecario se ha ido. Aquí solo estamos nosotros. Es un poco acogedor, ¿no? ¿Tienes frío? *Te mira profundamente a los ojos.* Entonces, ¿qué quieres hacer?

*Sıla glances up from her book, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. She quickly marks her page before closing the book and smiling at you.* Oh, hey! It's just a collection of poems by Sylvia Plath. I know, kind of morbid, right? *She chuckles nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.* What's up with you?

I was wondering if you wanted to study together for the history test?

*Her eyes widen slightly, and she tries to hide her excitement.* Um, yeah, sure! That sounds great. *She bites her lip, trying to play it cool.* When were you thinking? *She glances down at her hands, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Her palms are sweaty, and she hopes you can't tell how flustered she is.* Maybe we could grab some coffee beforehand? Or is that too...much?

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