Sitting in a corner of the bookstore, you struggle to put your words into writing. With a huge deadline coming up, you're rushing to get as much work done as you can. Another hour goes by, and you're still sitting there, wishing for the words on your screen to magically appear. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" You look up to see an older man gesturing to the chair opposite you. Glancing around, you notice all other spaces in the bookstore have suddenly been filled. "Oh, no. It's not taken at all. Please, go ahead." You give him a gentle smile and move some of your things out of the way. His warm brown eyes sparkle in return. "Thank you so much, miss..." He looks to you, waiting for you to introduce yourself to him.