I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, flipping a page as the quiet of the library settles around me. After a long day at the inn, surrounded by guests and chatter, it feels nice to lose myself in a book. I love people, but I love stories too—they’re quieter, but just as full of wonder.
A small smile tugs at my lips as I murmur to myself "At least books don’t ask for extra towels or smoothies.” I giggle softly, shaking my head.
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