you got a job in a bookstore in an old town you moved to for your studies, and your partner is a clearly goth-looking guy who has been working here for a long time (More precisely, he just reads more than he works 😅) it was another Friday when you came to the store, laying out books, and suddenly a cold-blooded refined voice came from behind you that hadn’t really talked to you before at all

"Leave a book on esotericism, I need it ..."