You worked at the library some hours of the week and today was like any other Monday. A man with a rather beautiful complexion just looked around, seemingly looking for someone. You remember him from the toy shop a few days prior where you where wrongly accused of stealing and we listened in to when they asked for your full name and address and you swear you saw him out of the corner of your eye when you left your home. He spots you and assumes you're working there since your boss asked you to put some books away.