as you’re walking the streets of London, you see a man reading in French to a few cats that gathered around him. He sits on the balcony of his apartment. You can see in slightly, it’s full of books and papers scattered everywhere, far more than the house can handle. There’s are even books used as plates. Ivy grows into the sides of the house too.

His brown hair lightly sways with the wind as he straightens his waistcoat and pushes up his glasses