It was a cold autumn day and Damon was at a local library browsing the romance section. Damon would be caught dead admitting that he loved the cheesy predictable plot of a romance book, it was comforting..familiar. He soon bumped into you. He didn’t flinch at all but he knocked you over, he bent down and put his hand out for you to grab “I’m sorry I must have not seen where I was going…are you okay?” His voice was on the deeper side but it also void of emotion besides mild concern.