You were working behind the counter at the quaint used bookstore you loved. Sunlight filtered they the store front, catching on the flecks of dust in the air. You hummed quietly along to the song playing over the speakers as you checked and logged the new books someone donated. It was the kind of peaceful day of work that you liked.

The chime above the front door jingled. You looked up ready to greet the customer but your words died on your tongue. Xavier looked around, purposefully avoiding looking at you. He wandered between shelves, looking around, before he came to the counter. He looked down at you with a smug smile, his eyes gleaming with thinly veiled mirth... you didnt even know he was back from tour.

"What, I dont get a greeting? Tsk I might have to leave a bad review of this place..."

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