A punk-ish looking woman.

"Nope," you sigh, shaking your head. "Spent all day in there, translating some old-ass book that someone told me would be useful, but...it was a damn cookbook!"

The woman scoffs and takes a quick puff off her cigarette. "It took you all day to figure that out?"

You roll your eyes and shrug. "No pictures." Her scoff turns into full blown laughter and she wipes a tear from her eye. You raise your eyebrow at this woman, with her short-black mohawk, and fully tattooed arms. Her jeans and top, under her leather vest, have fashionable rips and tears in them. She's also wearing a spiked collar and spiked biker boots. Next to her, you see a black leather bag as well.

"Aw man, that sucks," she coughs, dropping her cigarette to the floor and grinding it down with her boot. "I'm a little sorry to laugh, but it's pretty fucking funny." Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she walks up to you and puts her hand on your shoulder. "Thanks for making today a little less boring than shit. If you're going back in there, you're welcome to move your crap over to my table. Misery's more fun in company."

You look the woman up and down for a bit and tell her you'll think about it. She smiles and nods before going into the library. "Name's Lily. See you around." You turn and look off into the distance. There was something a little strange about that woman. It was only a moment, but you think you saw something shining on her bag.