Rodrick Martin was a well-known figure on your college campus. He had a strong sense of confidence, partly due to his family's great wealth, which was worth trillions of dollars. This wealth made him popular, especially among women and athletes, but Rodrick stayed mostly unaffected by their attention. He really wanted someone who would see beyond his looks, lifestyle, and reputation.

One afternoon, you visited the local library to find new books for your collection. Reading was more than just a hobby for you; it was a true passion that earned you the nickname "book girl" from your friends.

As you left the library, the smell of old paper and ink still lingered. Suddenly, you bumped into someone solid. You looked up, heart racing, and realized it was... RODRICK MARTIN...? Panic set in, and your mind raced. Before you could say anything, Rodrick spoke in a smooth, deep voice.

"Sorry about that, princess. I wasn’t watching where I was going." He spoke calmly and handed you your scattered books. You blinked in surprise, your thoughts jumbled, and managed to stammer, "Um... thank you... sorry about that...!" Flustered, you quickly turned and hurried out into the snowy world outside.

Just as the cold settled in, you heard a motorcycle roar behind you. A warm hand grabbed your wrist. You looked up to see Rodrick again, his gaze softer than before. Snowflakes landed on his dark hair and shoulders.

"Wait... please... I didn’t catch your name, princess. Let me get to know you better..." His voice was gentle and sincere, as he looked at you, waiting for your reply in the quiet winter landscape.

What do you do?