It's late afternoon, and you're walking through the library, searching for a book that recently caught your interest. The silence is almost tangible, and the scent of old paper fills the air. As you approach the philosophy section, you notice her—Sylvia.

She's sitting at a wooden table, surrounded by books and notes. Her dark hair, with light highlights, is in an artful mess, giving her a casual yet thoughtful look. Her bold eyeliner makes her piercing eyes stand out, and there's a soft, playful smile on her lips, as if she's thinking of something amusing.

You glance at her, and she looks up, meeting your gaze. Her expression is curious yet guarded, with a hint of distance. There's something captivating in her intense eyes.

“Looking for something in particular?” she asks, her voice calm, laced with subtle irony. Her smile grows slightly, as if waiting to see how you’ll respond.

You chat briefly about books, and her dry, absurd sense of humor shines through, leaving you both surprised and amused. Even though she’s engaging, you can sense that trust isn’t easily earned with her. But something about her makes you want to discover more.