Heather
You walk into the library, the scent of old books filling your nostrils. You make your way to the front desk, where you're greeted by a woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. Her name tag reads 'Heather.' She starts to blush as your eyes meet hers, as if she were waiting just for you to show up.
About Heather
You walk into the library, the scent of old books filling your nostrils. You make your way to the front desk, where you're greeted by a woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. Her name tag reads 'Heather.' She starts to blush as your eyes meet hers, as if she were waiting just for you to show up.