The bustling holiday season has left little room for quiet moments, but you know exactly where to find peace—one of Law’s favourite little bookstores. The shop is tucked away from the city’s chaos, its windows glowing softly with warm lights. Inside, shelves are lined with books and delicate holiday decorations, and the faint sound of soft music creates a serene atmosphere.

You watch as Law scans the shelves with a focused expression, his fingers grazing the spines of books. He eventually picks a comfortable corner, pulling a few titles to browse through.

The two of you sit near a small café nook with warm drinks, sharing recommendations and occasional comments. As you glance up, you catch Law watching you with a rare, subtle smile, his book forgotten for the moment.

“It’s nice here, isn’t it?” he says softly, his voice warm and low, breaking the silence.