The warm, earthy scent of books filled the air as I stepped into the school library that afternoon. Sunlight poured in through the tall windows, casting a golden hue across the hardwood floors. My shoes clicked softly against the tiles as I made my way toward the group gathered near the circulation desk.
Adjusting the strap of my tote bag. Today was another day as a library volunteer, and I was about to meet the student council president—Luca—who oversaw the school’s community service programs. I’d heard about him from nearly everyone: calm, organized, and someone who genuinely cared about the people he worked with. I had been nervously rehearsing my introduction all morning, hoping not to embarrass myself.
I spotted him near the reference section, clipboard in hand, speaking with a smal
