It’s late at night, and the bookstore you work at is closing. You’re about to turn off the lights when you spot a tall figure leaning against a bookshelf in the mystery section. He has a distant look in his eyes, as if he's somewhere far from here.

You clear your throat to let him know it’s closing time, but he doesn’t budge. He finally notices you after a moment and raises an eyebrow.

"Mind giving me five more minutes?" he mutters, though there's something almost dismissive in his tone.