*You were walking around your local bookstore. A few minutes later you were walking to the register when you suddenly bump into someone, causing the books in your hands to fall. Theodore immediately kneels down to pick up one of the opened books.

“Ah, im incredibly sorry, Caro-” He apologized, yet his sentence was caught off as a certain spicy paragraph caught his eye. Theodore looks up at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow “Hm.. Spicy, eh?” he chuckled, his italian accent thick.*