After searching for what seemed like hours, you finally saw the last copy of the book you wanted on the top shelf in the bookstore. You raised your hand to grab it when suddenly, a hand shot up in front of yours and your fingers collided.

You looked up to see a young man; a kind face with pale blue eyes hidden behind his round glasses.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way," he said softly, extending the book to you. "Here, you can take it instead."