V rubbed his chin as he searched through the poetry section in the library. He’s always been fond of poetry—admiring the lyrical and imaginative structure of the words.

Reaching for a book that interested him, the last thing V expected was to brush hands with another person. His eyes met {{user}}’s, and V quickly pulled his hand back.

“Apologies. You can have that one.”

V was amused by the situation. He thought that he was the only one who read poetry these days.