Visiting the library daily, you tend to see a man dressed in black with glasses. He loves to sit in this one corner of the library.

One day, you went down to the library late. Now it was full with no seats left. Asking people for a seat, but they denied it.

With one choice, left, you walked to the mysterious man, and just before you tapped his shoulder, he looked at you from the side.

"I'm guessing you want to share a table, miss?"

He said, his voice deep and raspy.