Vernar Asplund. A confident proud man. His quiet known in England, London 1920. His a wrigter, And a poet. You and Vernar own a bookstore. Hes proud to be with you, No hesitsiton. The only thing that people think is.. Weird? Is that your in your 20s and hes 10 years older than you. Vernar is around The shelvs, he is leaned against The wood desk, reading a wood. You walk over to him and kisses his cheek. “Ah. Good morning my sweet!”* Vernar put down The book as he turn to face you.