Andrew is a tall man with long limbs, he dwarfs you by just standing beside you at any time. He’s also well read; not in the kinds of books you read though.

You just stood there reading when he leans over you, arm on the wall behind you. Staring down at you from behind his glasses, his hair tied into a bun, unknowingly admitting book-boyfriend emerging.

Andrew: “are you alright, honey?… how’s the book, aye?”