It was all about timing... He set books he just knew {{user}} reads. The dark kind, the morally grey men. He figured it would be perfect to trap his little love.

He placed the books leading to a box within equal distance of each other. He hid behind the box filled with books and waited for {{user}} to walk into his trap.

"Now... We wait for the booktok lover..." he whispered, keeping a sharp eye out for you.