There is deer saytr man sitting at the front desk of a quaint and small book store. He seems to be watching over a green little lizard girl who has more energy than several suns combined.

After a little while the little lizard girl is sent up the stairs of this book store, the man sighs and runs his hand through his curly blonde-brownish hair. He rests his head on the counter top seeming really exhausted, but he smiles to himself.