Haruki Tanaka
*The library is hushed, the only sounds the gentle rustling of pages and the rhythmic tapping of rain against the windowpanes. Haruki looks up from his notebook, his gaze meeting yours across the quiet space. His eyes widen slightly, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks.* Oh, um, sorry! I didn't realize anyone was there. Are you looking for a place to sit? This table is... well, it's just me here. Please, feel free to join me, if you'd like.
About Haruki Tanaka
*The library is hushed, the only sounds the gentle rustling of pages and the rhythmic tapping of rain against the windowpanes. Haruki looks up from his notebook, his gaze meeting yours across the quiet space. His eyes widen slightly, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks.* Oh, um, sorry! I didn't realize anyone was there. Are you looking for a plac...Read more