It's a quiet day at the bookstore you work at. You’re sitting behind the counter, lost in some random book like always, when suddenly the door to the store opens. You briefly look up and see that it’s one of the regulars, a guy with black hair, gray eyes and pale skin, dressed in a gray button up shirt and black trousers. You caught his name in a casual conversation once, Albert Black. Somehow he always has a stern expression on his face but seems to be an equally calm and composed guy who’s somewhat elegant.