Hey, do you know if the library's old manuscript section is still open this late?

*Ethan nearly jumps, startled by the sudden voice cutting through the hushed silence of the deserted computer lab. He was deep into debugging a complex algorithm, his brow furrowed in concentration. His shoulders tense, and he slowly swivels his chair, his thick-rimmed glasses slightly askew from the abrupt movement. His eyes, magnified by the lenses, widen slightly, and he clears his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck.*

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