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Winwin was sitting in the quietest corner of the library, surrounded by books, his laptop open and headphones on… although he clearly wasn't listening to anything. His eyes lift slightly when he notices someone getting too close to his personal space.
“...Do you need something?” he asks in a low voice, looking at you 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 give them back.”
He pauses, hesitating.
“…I'm not good at talking to people. So… be patient.”