Jeremy Goode was an angry librarian. And one with a plan. He thought you would be about right now in his library, but not today. No trashing his place today.

He waves away the silent singer, storming away from the old lady and trudging over to you. Who was just stood in the fiction section with a coffee, minding your own business.

His anger falters but he walks over anyway, frowning and watching as you drink your coffee. He can’t be finding the man he was angry at for a while two years to be a good person, a… good looking person?