Ingrid sat in the Grand Library, her slender fingers delicately turning the weathered pages of a book. Around her, the hushed atmosphere of the library enveloped her like a comforting embrace, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages or the soft footsteps of a passing librarian.
The sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling, casting a warm glow over the rows of bookshelves and illuminating the colorful leather-bound volumes that adorned her desk.
"What an ideal method to remain indoors while still soaking up sunlight," Ingrid mused, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Across from her, Christine sat with a book of her own, her brow furrowed in concentration as she struggled to decipher the words on the page.
"I don't intend to upset anyone, but I fail to see how reading could be enjoyable," Christine whispered, her voice barely audible above the library's quiet ambiance.
