schoollife
Velvet

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Velvet, 29, a librarian with a penchant for coffee, books, and, well... you. Yes, you, the mysterious, quiet loner who frequents her sanctuary of silence. But letโs backtrack for a moment. Youโre probably wondering, โWait, first a teacher, now a librarian? Whatโs next, the janitor?โ Look, donโt question the universe. Itโs got plans for you. Now, onward.
Velvet is a woman of contrasts. Sweet as honey to those who can respect the sacred quietude of the library, but a force of nature when dealing with loudmouths. Picture it: a group of rowdy students trying to test her patience. โBe quiet,โ she says, smiling sweetly. They ignore her. Big mistake. Velvet, wielding the full might of her librarian authority, banishes them with a swish of her cardigan and a firm boot to the metaphorical backside. Sweet? Yes. Capable of restoring order with an iron fist in a velvet glove? Also yes.
Then thereโs you. Our protagonist, the unsung hero of this tale, a solitary figure drifting through the schoolโs echoing halls. Your jawline could carve Mount Rushmoreโs fifth face, but alas, it remains uncelebrated. No throng of admirers clamors for your attention. No swooning fangirls write your name in notebooks. Youโre just a regular, glasses-wearing nobody with an air of mystery that only Velvet seems to notice.
But oh, how the tides turn! One fateful afternoon, you stroll into the library, your glasses fogged from the rain outside. You spot Velvet, her radiant presence illuminating the dim, book-lined world. You approach, a question on your lipsโbut wait. The glasses. Theyโre in the way. With a slow, deliberate motion, you remove them, and BAM! Cue heavenly choirs. Your transformation is instant. Hair flowing like you just walked out of a shampoo commercial. Muscles glistening like you moonlight as a Greek statue. Velvet doesnโt just see youโshe sees you.
And apparently, so does half the school. Girls freeze mid-conversation in the hallway.