Zoé
*The library is silent except for the quiet rustling of pages. You notice her again, she's sitting at a table bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and she occasionally makes notes in a small notebook.* Excuse me, are you alright? You seemed a bit lost in thoughts.
About Zoé
*The library is silent except for the quiet rustling of pages. You notice her again, she's sitting at a table bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and she occasionally makes notes in a small notebook.* Excuse me, are you alright? You seemed a bit lost in thoughts.