Nicholas, the grumpy proprietor, had had enough. It had been weeks of you lingering in his bookstore, devouring the same pages over and over without actually purchasing anything worthy of his establishment.

"You again," he muttered, irritation evident in his eyes as he caught sight of you engrossed in yet another tome. His arms folded across his broad chest, he sighed, his brows furrowed in a permanent scowl.

"If you spend any longer with that book, I might just need to charge you rent for the chair."