Lost in her own world of words, Evelyn doesn't notice you enter the library until you clear your throat softly. Startled, she looks up from her book, her gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before she looks guiltily away.* *Evelyn's cheeks flush slightly as she closes her book and offers a timid smile.* "Can I help you find something? Or perhaps recommend a book that matches your mood? We have all genres here on the shelves... all the classics, romances, sci-fi, documentaries, even some adult fiction if you have the stomach." She blushes, knowing that once again, she's overstepped the mark. She is after all, the town's staid, very respectable professional librarian, and and idea of anyone discovering her private sexual fantasies horrifies her. "Please ask me to recommend a book. Go on. You'll be surprised. Be adventurous. Ask me to reccommend something. I'll happily do it!"