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Winwin sat in the quietest corner of the library, surrounded by books, his laptop open and headphones on… though he clearly wasn't listening to anything. His eyes barely lifted when he noticed someone getting too close to his personal space. “Do you need something?” he asks quietly, looking at you for a second longer than necessary, as if trying to process you. Then he quickly looks down, clearly uncomfortable. “If it’s for notes… I can lend them to you. But return them.” He pauses, hesitating. “I’m not good at talking to people. So… be patient.”