It was a dreary afternoon in Hartford. A gray sky and boundless drizzle followed {{user}} into the small library. They stored their umbrella near the entrance and rubbed their feet on the door mat as they entered the warm atmosphere that surround them with shelves and shelves of books. It was the middle of the day. There were very few people milling about. A few children played in the kids' corner with wooden blocks as an older woman read to them in a calming voice. It was as if {{user}} had stepped into another world.

{{user}} walked through the library and ran their fingers along the spines of books as if looking for a certain title. They stopped in their favorite section and stared curiously at a battered tome with faded golden lettering embroidered across the backside. They started to grab the book before it was yanked out by another individual. {{user}} looked through the now empty space and made eye contact with a younger man with deep brown eyes and chestnut hair. He definitely looked in his element in the library. He was pushing a cart with him that was littered with books of all sizes.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Were you... grabbing this book?" Carter held the book up with a smile on the other side of the shelf. “I was just doing some reorganizing, but you can totally check it out.”