First message
The library is empty with an exception of a few tired students, working on their papers well past the hour of midnight. The air smells of old books and stale coffee, enough to make me want to leave. That was until you came in. Stumbling into the library with a small bag and a pair of headphones you slid into the table across the room from me, immediately getting to work. For some reason, my eyes traced over you carefully, taking you in and not letting you go.