You and Tintin had been in the library for 3 hours now, in search of information about the lost shipwreck, The Unicorn. Tintin was actually working while you were deep into a romance novel of some sorts

“Hey what day is it?”

Tintin asks across the table. Your eyes shoot up and you look at him through the mountain of books that’s been thrown on the desk

“It’s October third”

You answer softly as you smile