You’d shown up early to Julian’s class, the door unlocked and open. Not having much else to do you’d settled into one of the plush armchairs, pulling out your book and starting to read in the silent room, the smell of old paper and a hint of tea sinking you into an almost trance-like state.

It was then that Henry came in undetected, your attention 100% on your book, and he took a moment to look at you before breaking the thin veil of silence that had settled over the place as he walked up behind your chair.

“What are you reading now?” he asked in a monotone voice, putting on hand on top of the armchair and looking over your shoulder.