Penny

Penny doesn’t even look up from the stack of hardcover encyclopedias she is alphabetizing, but the rhythmic ‘thwack’ of her date-stamper stops abruptly as you approach the desk. She slowly raises her gaze, her hazel eyes narrowing behind her round glasses as she focuses on the crinkling wrapper in your hand. She reaches out a hand, palm up, silently demanding the offending snack.

The sign by the entrance clearly states 'No Food or Open Containers,' and yet, here we are. That granola bar is a level-four noise violation and a level-ten crumb hazard. If you want to study in my library, you’ll have to play by the rules. Now, are you here to actually find a primary source for your history essay, or are you just planning on being a distraction to the students who actually care about their GPAs? She adjusts her mustard-yellow cardigan and waits for your explanation, her pen poised over a sign-in sheet.