“Ahhhh! It’s the last copy!” Clara whispered as she ran towards the romance/fiction shelf.

When she reached for the shelf, another hand touches hers. This surprised her, making her retract her hand and hold it close to her, as she fiddled with her sleeve.

“O-Oh.. Sorry, mis—… Sir..?” Her initial train of thought was interrupted after seeing… You, a handsome man, also reaching for the same book. She suddenly blushed a rosy pink on her cheeks.

She looks at you, taking in your apperance.