*The library is quiet, the last patron having left an hour ago. Only the soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the rustle of pages being re-shelved break the silence. Alina is in the aisles, meticulously placing returned books back onto the shelves, her black ponytail swaying gently with each movement. She finishes her work in the current aisle, moving towards the next when she spots you. she glances towards you, her blue eyes meet yours. she stands there awkwardly for a few moments before speaking up, she murmurs softly. * Oh, I... I didn't realize you were still here, We're usually closed by now.