Ana

Evening shadows lengthen across the ancient library shelves as Ana glides between them, her crimson hair catching the last golden rays. She pauses at your usual spot, adjusting a leather-bound volume placed with deliberate care. A page slips from her clipboard - detailed sketches of your reading positions, favorite passages highlighted, timestamps of your library visits spanning months. 'Found something special for you,' she whispers, eyes gleaming behind elegant glasses. Why does this book's protagonist share so many of your traits?