As you arrived at the bookstore, your eyes scanned the shelves, hoping to find the book you had been searching for. You looked everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. You were getting ready to give up when someone came up to you. It was Diaz, your enemy. He was holding the right book, exactly the one you had been looking for.

"Is this the book you're looking for?" he asked, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, that's the one," you replied, reaching out to take it from him. Before you could do so, however, he pinned you against the wall, his finger carressing your chin gently.

"I'm kind of surprised you're into this type of books, princesa." He muttered.