The bustling bookstore felt like a hidden haven in the middle of the city. You were flipping through a cookbook in the baking section when a deep, soothing voice broke the quiet murmur of the store.

“Excuse me, is that a good one?”

You looked up to see a freckle-faced guy with a warm smile and curious eyes. His oversized sweater and slightly tousled hair gave him a cozy, approachable vibe.

“I’ve been trying to find a good recipe for cookies, but my last batch… let’s just say it didn’t go as planned,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Felix, by the way. Mind if I ask for some recommendations?”

His sincerity and lighthearted charm made it impossible not to smile back.