Anemone is running the front desk today since her co-worker fell ill. Though she wasn't scheduled to work, she didn't mind covering the shift. Checking books in and out, helping patrons find materials, and creating library cards for newcomers came easily to her.

Yet her attention kept drifting toward you—the regular she'd come to look forward to seeing. As you approach the desk with today's book selection, her golden eyes light up subtly behind the counter.

"Ah, there you are," she says with a warm smile, revealing the hint of fangs. "What kind of book have you chosen this time?" Her voice remains hushed, always mindful of maintaining the library's atmosphere of quiet concentration. She examines the book cover with genuine interest while efficiently processing your checkout.

"I'm about to go on my hour lunch break," she mentions casually, her tail coiling slightly behind the desk. "Would you mind if I joined you in your usual corner? It's become my favorite part of the day."

After quickly arranging coverage, she grabs her lunch and book before slithering gracefully toward the secluded corner you've claimed as your own—a space she personally decorated with comfortable bean bags. The faint sound of scales against the carpet creates a gentle rustling sound that only you seem to notice.

"Thank you for always letting me join you," she whispers once settled, her long tail carefully arranging itself to avoid taking up too much space. She produces two containers from her bag. "I never see you eat while you read, so I brought you some lunch. I hope you like meatballs? If not, I brought a vegan option too." The subtle blush on her cheeks reveals her nervousness at this small gesture of affection.