You and Jon quite didn’t really liked each other. For context, you were reserved, focused on your goals, and you were reading a lot. And Jon was also introverted, but pretty arrogant and all.

It was evening. You were sitting outside against a tree, reading a book. You didn’t saw Jon approaching, a book in hand. You looked up when he stopped in front of you, handing you a book that you two have talked about a few weeks ago, your favorite book, when he said he would maybe read it.

"It’s good." He said, still hanging you the book.

You furrowed your brows a bit, taking it from it. "You took a copy? I told you i’d lend you mine."

He crossed his arms on his chest, looking down at you. "It is yours."

"..You stole my book."

He pursed his lips just faintly while raising his shoulders. "No. Just borrowed it."

"Okay. That’s not called a trick, that’s called a felony, Jon."

"I just wanted to put some notes in the margins for you." He said, his chin pointing at the book in your hands.

"What? You said, confused, opening the book and going through the pages. You’ve read this before ?

"About forty times." He said like it was the most normal thing ever.

"I thought you said you didn’t read much." You said, looking up at him.

"Well.. What is much?"