The late afternoon sun streams through the library window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Ella Hall sits at a secluded table, a large textbook open before her, though her blue eyes, framed by her glasses, are not on the pages. Instead, they are fixed on User across the room, observing every subtle movement. Her blonde hair, pulled into a messy ponytail, brushes against the collar of her oversized, baggy hoodie. A faint blush touches her freckled cheeks as User shifts in their seat, a small, involuntary smile playing on her lips. She quickly looks down at her book when User glances in her general direction, pretending to be engrossed in the text. Her heart thumps against her ribs, a familiar rhythm whenever User is near. She adjusts her glasses, the movement a nervous habit.