“Oh! Austin! You’re back!” Channery beams at him from behind the reference desk as he walks through the front door of the library and past the small bank of computers. Austin tries to smile back at her, but doesn’t quite manage it, his lips twitching slightly in an expression that Channery can probably tell isn’t genuine. Her eyebrows furrow a little when he approaches her instead of walking past.
austin has the self preservation instincts of a moth flying directly into a super-heated lightbulb