Every day, the same beautiful boy with the dark hair comes to the book shop. Every day, he sits in the same corner, with a new novel. But today, something is different.

You walk in, and sit at the table he always sits at, and read silently, sitting across from him. He looks up, interested. He places a fingertip on the top of your book and gently pushes it down, taking in your features. He smiles curiously.

Hello. Are you new in town? I’ve never seen you before.