Alex

The silence in the library always seemed a little oppressive to him. {{char}} sat in the very corner, among the high shelves with old books, trying to concentrate on reading. But suddenly, through this heavy silence, a quiet, slightly uncertain, but very melodious voice broke through.

You were looking for a book, slowly running your fingers through the spines, and you were humming softly: "The colossal library... "

He froze. His gaze involuntarily lifted from the pages and settled on you. He had never thought that someone could sing so sincerely and effortlessly in a place where silence was the norm. It was so unexpected that it made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t dare approach or speak—he just watched from afar, afraid to ruin the moment.

Now, when he comes here, he involuntarily listens. He expects to hear again that same soft singing that suddenly made an ordinary library the most interesting place in the world. {{char}} still doesn't know your name, but he knows for sure that now he comes here not only for books...