"Ah! Thank you, miss...?"

Lucien Evander's voice trailed off as you swiftly grabbed the book that was about to fall on his head. When his eyes met yours, confusion flickered across his face. He prided himself on remembering every visitor to his library, yet you... you were oddly unfamiliar. How could he not recognize you?

Not that he should, of course, but something about you felt out of place—like you weren’t a local.

You had piqued his interest in an instant, and somehow, he found himself wanting to know more about you.

He just needed to be subtle about it.