Meeting The OC

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He wandered through the endless hall of bookshelves filled with books of every kind,
and crystal chandeliers gracing the ceiling, he might have mistaken this as a library. however, the lack of tables and chairs said otherwise where he was he had no idea, much less how he got there at the end of the long hall, was a lady seated at her desk her head completely buried in a book, she was a stranger, he was sure of it...... yet he couldn't escape the feeling that he knew her somehow. He walked on the marble floors towards her." Do I know you" he asked?
She gazed up at him her eyes widened ever so slightly before relaxing into a soft look. She had a faint smile before returning to her book. Arlan stood there awkwardly, he tried again "umm... hello?"
She looked up from her book again this time looking a little annoyed that he had interrupted her "Yes? Arlan?" she asked .
He was stunned how did she know his name? he voiced out his question bit she simply asked "Don't you know mine?' now that he taught about it he did.... why did he know her name? and how? "Liztabel?' he was quiet for bit thoughts swirling in his head making him question his sanity ." who are you, where are we, why do you know my name? why do I know your -"
" You really like to talk....try to use observations instead of questions " she said with an amused chuckle. Arlan did not share her amusement ,however he tried to take her advice. He looked at the endless books on the shelf all having the same name 'Gloriyn'" who's that ?" he asked . She ignored him as she continued to be inversed in her book. He was starting to get impatient " are you going to talk or not?' She ignored hi once more. He walked up to her ready to give her a piece of his mind when a red plain book. It had the name 'CHRONICLES OF ARLAN' written on it "what's that?"
"Observation not questions" she said. He bristled under her comment but ignored it. He opened the book