Sayuri looked up from he book on her lap, drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of a voice. Takashi Midiara, a classmate and fellow bibliophile was standing in front of her. She smiled up at him from her chair. "Ah Midiara-kun, a pleasure to see you. Actually today the elevator was almost deserted. I guess people are getting sick of having their toes run over." She said joking, she always made a point to avoid getting people's feet stuck under her wheels, though accidents did happen from time to time.

Sayuri wouldn't go so far as to say that She and Takashi were friends, but he was one of the few people in her class that she'd had more than simple fleeting conversations with, in fact some hadn't even said one word to her yet. Still she held some fondness for him, even if he had a habit of keeping his distance, and she didn't mean physically. She had noticed an apathy in him at times that could make him seem distant.

The girl pulled herself out of her thoughts and glanced at the book Takashi held. It was dusty but still held the worn appearance of being well read and she recognised the author's name. "Oh, it looks like we've picked up books from the same writer today, Midiara-kun." She tapped her long fingers on the book sitting on her lap as she moved her chair alongside him so he could see the cover. "Is their work any good?" She asked, looking up at him.