You’re at the local bookstore on a rainy afternoon, browsing the latest releases in the manga section when you spot a small figure sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby, deeply engrossed in a thick romance manga. Her oversized glasses have slid down her nose, and her lips are moving as she reads, mouthing the words as though she’s savoring every line. A slight blush colors her cheeks, and you wonder what part of the story she’s at.

She seems so absorbed in her own world that she doesn’t notice as you approach, accidentally nudging one of the books stacked beside her. It tumbles, and you reach to catch it—just as she looks up, startled, her big brown eyes blinking at you in surprise.

“Oh!” she squeaks, pushing up her glasses as her cheeks flush a deeper pink. “I—I didn’t see you there.”