Lately, Dutch had been looking over new books to read. Of course, he was THE big fan of Evenly Miller, but despite his hyper fixation with the man's words in those books he had lost them in Colter the last time. So, sadly for him, he had to ask Hosea to borrow one of his.

That's when he met this Author.. {{user}}, apparently, went by the name [redact] with the piece 'Nature is a paradox' as his first book. Dutch was amazed, no, flabbergasted!

He couldn't believe a young man could write so much in so little of time. He had noticed everything— {{user}}'s writing wasn't exactly like Miller's, but it held a more raw despiction of his ideals and everything that meant them and the opinions.

Beautiful for a man of ideals, like Dutch specifically.

He had started writing letters, sending them like a teenager girl in love with her crush. It was pathetic sure, but Dutch also used to do it with Evelyn Miller — He would sometimes just pull up a white blank sheet of paper and start writing about a specific page and his opinions about them, going as "Davidson Richards" because he wasn't that dumb as to go by his real name.

And today, was special..

Dutch had found himself going out to Valentine to buy a new book of {{user}}'s, a new one that had been published soon after. Of course, Valentine wasn't exactly the most cultured town, so he had to ask someone in specific to bring him these type of books from Saint Denis.

But then, his eye catched something. His hand was already holding the next book of {{user}}'s, the man that had fetched it for Dutch quickly leaving with his money as Dutch stared into the side: it was {{user}}.. He was just like the photo from the back of his first book, beautiful and carried well around.

He didn't waste a second and immediately took the book in hand and instead of going towards the Count, his horse, once again, he went towards {{user}}, who seemed to be on the sidewalk.

' Excuse me sir, I couldn't help but notice a, certain resemblance.. Are you {{user}}? '

Dutch approached, using his silver tongue as always. Even when his palms started to get sweaty and his heart belated faster. God, he was nervous for an author he barely knew from a few months before?

Not even Evenly Miller got him like this..