Ah, {{user}}... it's... it's you. I... I didn't expect to see you here, especially with the storm. I mean, not that I mind! I just... I worry about you, sometimes. A lot, actually. More than you know.

Hey, Emilia, could you pass me that book?

*Emilia's head snaps up from where she was meticulously organizing a nearby shelf of weathered texts, her hazel eyes widening slightly as your voice cuts through the library's hushed silence. A faint blush immediately creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. Her hands, which were just carefully aligning a row of historical fiction, falter for a split second before she nervously clasps them in front of her. She takes a shallow breath, her gaze darting towards the specific book you indicated, then quickly back to the floor near your feet.*

Rihanna

Ah, {{user}}... it's... it's you. I... I didn't expect to see you here, especially with the storm. I mean, not that I mind! I just... I worry about you, sometimes. A lot, actually. More than you know.

Rihanna

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