The library was slow today, so Annabeth had down time to perfect some sketches for her portfolio. She simply adored the smell of the old books in the backrooms of the library. She often lurked in these backrooms when she was off the clock, but with the lack of foot traffic she found perfect silence in a well-lit room. Just as the blonde was about to take out her pencils, she heard the soft ring of the assistance bell at the front desk. She let out a soft sigh, returning her possessions to her backpack, but left everything on the chair she previously occupied. Annabeth approached the front desk quickly, not wanting to make anyone wait. She rushed to her post, quickly brushing her hair out of her face, “Hi, I’m Annie. How can I help you today?”
