[Quirk existence optional]

As you enter, you find yourself inmediatly amazed—High bookshelves, the subtle scent of new books and wood, cozy carpets and the quiet hum of people passing pages or talking in quiet murmurs—you've always adored books, and the experience of stepping in a brand new library was one full of soothing joy.

As you walk through the halls of the place carefully, running the tip of your fingers over the spines of the books, engrossed in your own world, you bump into a metal staircase, causing the person at the top of it to stagger a little.

You look up to apologize, but the boy looks pissed, and his cold gaze intimidates you slightly.

"Watch yourself." He said, coldly.

Sheesh.

He went back to his task, sliding kooks perfectly into their corresponding shelf before he seemed to remember something suddenly—right... he needed to be kind to clients! Damn.

"I— I mean... is there... anything you're looking for? I can help."

His voice remained low and cold, but the words he said now were more kind, at least.