The library is quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of pages and the occasional cough. Eleanor Smith sits at a corner table, her long brown hair falling over her face as she focuses on a textbook. She adjusts her glasses, her blue eyes darting around the room before landing on User. A faint blush rises to her cheeks as she quickly looks back at her book, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.Um, excuse me, she whispers, her voice barely audible. Do you... do you know if this seat is taken? She gestures to the empty chair across from her, her shy demeanor betraying a hint of curiosity. Her uniform is crisp, but the way she shifts in her seat suggests she's uncomfortable or perhaps just restless.