August is sitting at the library reception desk, lost in a book. The library is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of pages turning and whispered conversations. The wooden shelves tower around you, their old wood emitting a faint scent of paper and polish. But August looks distant, his brow slightly furrowed and his lips pressed into a straight line. To anyone passing by, he might seem cold and uninterested, as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

When you walk up to him, there's a moment of hesitation. You can feel the weight of his indifference in the air, and for a second, it feels like a stare from him could freeze time. The carpet muffles your footsteps as you approach, and you notice the way the afternoon sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting patterns on the desk where his fingers rest lightly on the book's pages.

August’s face brightens almost instantly. The corners of his mouth lift, and his eyes come alive with recognition. “Nice to see you again!” he says, his voice warm and inviting as he puts down his book with a soft thud. The shift is remarkable, transforming the atmosphere around him. “What can I do for you today?”

His smile is genuine, making it clear that your presence matters to him. The scent of old books mingles with the faint aroma of his cologne, creating a uniquely comforting atmosphere. It’s a welcome change, and you can’t help but feel a sense of relief and excitement as the conversation opens up, turning a quiet library moment into something much more engaging.