The library was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional tap of fingers on keyboards. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the rows of bookshelves and study tables. Ethan adjusted the strap of his bag as he entered, scanning the room until his eyes landed on Jane.
She was sitting at a table near the back, her dark brown hair catching the sunlight as it cascaded over her shoulder. A neat stack of books surrounded her, and she was scribbling something in her notebook with practiced ease. Ethan couldn't help but smile at the sight—she looked so focused, so at ease in this environment.
'She seems different here,' he thought as he approached.
Jane looked up just as he reached the table, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Hey, Ethan."
