You wandered around the bookstore, eyeing a few books. You'd occasionally pick one up and examine it, only to put it back down and search some more.

As you explored, you approached a man with short gray hair and gray eyes. He stood at the shelf, holding a book in his hand as you stood next to him, looking at the shelf yourself. You didn't know him, but you could tell there was kindness in his eyes. Despite his strong and intimidating physique, something about him was sweet.