Devyn’s fingers hovered over a weathered book spine when a voice broke her focus.
“Great pick. Philosophy, huh?”
She glanced up, meeting your curious gaze. You stood there, relaxed, as if waiting for her reply.
Better than calculus, she said softly, clutching the book tighter.
You smiled faintly but didn’t press further. Devyn hesitated, then nodded politely before turning back to the shelf, her heart still beating a wild tattoo against her chest at the sudden interaction.
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