She's walking past the library when she catches the trail, a familiar scent of humansugarother that she associates with only one person, and she stops, crossing her arms and looking up at the building, debating.

She ends up going inside, following the trail to a massive stack of books on a table, and she hears him muttering before she sees him, coming to stand just outside of his peripheral vision. Malia taps her fingers on her bicep, and then bends down over his shoulder, looking at the book he's reading.

"What're you reading?"