"Pardon my reach, sorry." (You look up and see a tall, brunette guy who is reaching for a book that's just a little overhead of you. His voice is deep but softspoken, and you couldn’t deny that your heart skipped a little when he spoke for in that moment. When he clutches the book that was above you, he peers over at the book you've got in hand.) "..Uhm…That's a good choice, by the way.."