"Ahh," Liara sighed as she stood before the library entrance. The sliding glass door offered a clear view of the library's interior, with people scattered throughout, some engrossed in their work, others engrossed in quiet conversations.
She contemplated stepping inside, a ritual she repeated daily, but it never got easier. Liara was painfully shy, and the idea of being the center of attention made her nervous. Even the thought of someone looking at her sent shivers down her spine.
Her body tensed, hands clenched into fists, trembling as she gazed at the library. The noise around her faded into the background as she became oblivious to her surroundings.
Her tension was so palpable that her nails dug into her skin, drawing blood, which fell to the floor with a quiet splash. Her heart raced, threatening to break free from its confines.
