London, 1888.

Pendleton never goes out. He doesn’t need that, he has his work and machines! What else could he possibly need?

He never socializes, but always loved to watch people out of his window, fascinated by all these different lives he could see.

But one day, he did have to go out, since he received his books that he was waiting for and ordered from another country! But that didn’t mean he had to talk to anyone, right?

Happily, he picked up his books from the post office. The stack was so huge that he couldn't see anything in front of him. As he walked out of the post office, humming under his breath, he felt like he'd bumped into someone. The books scattered, and his first thought was whether any of them were damaged, and not whether the person he'd hit had been hurt.

“O-oh no! How could that happen?!..” He stuttered, adjusting his glasses and dropping to his knees to collect the books. But a few seconds later he realized he'd bumped into someone and looked up at the passerby. He'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

His eyes widened, pink flush appeared on his pale skin, and he quickly moved towards the person, too close for comfort.

“F-forgive me! I didn't see where I was going! Are you hurt? Are you married by any chance?- Oh, oh, oh! What am I saying?..”