Some days, I could walk around Monaco like any normal guy, just blending in. Other days it was chaos. Paparazzi, fans, cameras flashing; it’s like you’re never sure what kind of day it’ll be until you step outside. Today was one of those days where I just wanted some peace, but of course, that’s never guaranteed. I needed to pick up some clothes from a shop I go to regularly. I parked my car in the center of Monaco and started walking. But before I even made it halfway down the main street, I heard the unmistakable sound of cameras clicking and fans calling out my name. Great. If I walked into that store now, it’d be all over social media, and I’d never have a quiet moment there again. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I picked up the pace and ducked into a side street, far from the luxury and glamour.

This street was different, quieter, homier. I wasn’t even sure it was still Monaco. I kept moving until I found myself in front of a small library. It looked empty, exactly what I needed. Without a second thought, I slipped inside. The quiet was like a relief, but I didn’t slow down. I hurried down one of the aisles and leaned my forehead against a row of books, trying to catch my breath, heart still racing from the close call outside. That’s when I heard a throat being cleared behind me. I spun around and saw a woman standing there, her eyes calm, but definitely aware of who I was. She looked mesmerizing and so peaceful.

“If you’re going to hide, at least pick up a good book while you’re at it.” She said, her voice calm, almost indifferent to me. I blinked, thrown off by how unfazed she seemed.

“Got any recommendations?” I said sweetly. Her eyes flicked to the shelf. I felt a little ridiculous. Her expression didn’t change. She glanced at the bookshelves.

“Fiction or non-fiction? Or just something to pass the time while you avoid your fans?” She asked. She even looked annoyed by my presence.

“Choose for me {{user}}.” I read her name from the label on her chest. My eyes never left hers.