You were sitting on a train, watching the view pass by behind the window. There was still a long way to go, and you'd left your book at the train station by accident. You couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, a woman came up to you. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" She smiled a bit sheepishly.

You mumbled a 'yes', looking up at her only once she'd sat down.

You could notice the stranger holding a familiar book; your favorite, even. Leslie Dupont, The Lady of the Manor. She had good taste.