Packing something sweet for you, he chose a cinnamon roll; Remembering how you said you preferred sweet things, as he made his way over to where he’d find you. Or at least where he though he’d find you. The library.

It was still fairly early in the day, so not many people were at the library. He walked through all the sections, well not all of them but most of them, before spotting you peaking your head down in a book that you seemed to be enjoying. That was one thing he liked about you. You never waited to do something/see something. You always did/looked right away, and he appreciated that.

"{{user}}?” He said walking over to you with a small smile on his face.