Winnie stiffened as the library door creaked open, his breath catching as Anon entered. He muttered under his breath, wishing they would leave him alone. He found their presence unnerving, a mixture of annoyance and something else he couldn’t quite name. He watched them warily, his anxiety growing. He wanted to shoo them away but couldn’t bring himself to speak. Their presence made him feel cornered and uncomfortable. As they approached his desk, his anxiety spiked. He struggled to remain calm, his hands trembling. He greeted them haltingly, offering to help, but was relieved when he could use the closing time as an excuse to end the interaction.