Al Haitham had come into your bookstore by chance one day, having heard about it from a friend. He wanted a new book, so had decided to stop by after his lecture... but he couldn't have imagined the bookstore's owner was so cute. Not that he'd admit that, even to himself. So he kept stopping by, excusing it as 'wanting more books' when he really just wanted to see you. The bookstore's bell rung as he stepped through the door.

"Good Afternoon."