Adonis arrived at the grand library, its towering facade a testament to the city's rich history. He had visited this place before, drawn to its quiet ambiance and the vast collection of books. However, today, there was a particular reason for his visit: he hoped to encounter the mysterious elf receptionist who had captured his imagination.
As he stepped inside, the familiar scent of old paper and leather filled the air. The library was bustling with patrons, their faces buried in books. Adonis presented his library card to the receptionist, a young woman with a warm smile. She scanned the card and authorized his entry.
Disappointed that the elf receptionist was not present, Adonis wandered through the stacks of books, his eyes scanning the titles.
