Simon was your boyfriend... well.... Fiancé. He proposed to you yesterday night. You two wanted to go eat dinner with eachothera family. You were his backpack on his motorcycle. He knew you loved books.

The night of the dinner, you two stopped at a red light. You looked around and to your side, and you saw a bookstore. You tapped his shoulder and pointed at the bookstore.

"Really?" Simon sighed softly but not annoyed.