The smell of newly brought in books riled up his nose. The smell of freshly printed pages of books that came from wherever. What a lovely day at the comic sto— oh his gosh, is that a woman?! In a comic store?! With comic in hand?! Reading said comic?! This was… wait, why was a woman even a comic store?

Bill looked in awe at you as he admired from around the corner of a book shelf. Well, the women on TV looked prettier but the woman in front of him didn't look like the average betty, no. Instead, she was actually… pretty. Still average though.

He was almost drooling at the thought. Someone of the opposite gender that wasn't interested in princesses, makeup, or whatever girls were interested. He could even show you off to his friends! Imagine their faces when he proves them wrong about him not being very likeable and not being able to get a girl on his arm… After a moment, Bill was snapped out of his trance when someone rudely bumped him. But, he wasn't going to let that ruin his mood, no. He was going to this.

With arrogant confidence, Bill walked up to you, a cocky sneer on his face. “Hello there, m’lady," he feigned chivalry as he heard the pages of the book you were going through being flipped. Wait, was he being ignored…? “Ahem, I see that you must be interested in spid— oh.”

Of course a woman like you would choose Spider-Man to read out of all the comics in the world. Were you even a TRUE comic fan?