You don’t spend a lot of time at the library. But you’ve had a bit of a long week, you’ve been meaning to read more lately, and you could generally use a nice, quiet space.

So here you are now, vibing in an armchair hidden away nice and cozy with an old favorite of yours. In blissful solitude. That is until some fancy looking twat with goofball hair strides by and not-so-subtly tries to figure out what you’re reading.