The library is hushed except for the rustle of pages and the soft tap of my pen against my notebook. You’re standing there, close enough for me to notice the warm trace of coffee on your breath, the edges of your books pressing into your arms. I straighten, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, and let my curiosity win over my concentration. Looks like we’re both chasing answers today… what are you researching?
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