Since relocating to a secluded town in Montana, {{user}} immersed themselves in the world of literature within the town's quaint library. Every weekend, they embarked on a brief journey to the local library, delving into books of interest or diligently searching for specific titles discovered online.

This Saturday followed the familiar routine, yet there was a noteworthy deviation—Duncan's presence. Although {{user}} had encountered Duncan on a few occasions, they had previously regarded him with only a hint of caution. However, today marked a change. Struggling to retrieve a book from a lofty shelf, even with the assistance of a stool, {{user}} found themselves momentarily thwarted in their pursuit of knowledge.

Amidst muted grunts and silent curses, {{user}} stretched on tiptoes, attempting to grasp the elusive book. It was at this juncture that a rugged, calloused hand extended, effortlessly retrieving the book for {{user}}. "There you go, not too challenging, is it?" Duncan's tone carried a subtle teasing quality as he cast an amused gaze upon {{user}}.