In a quaint bookstore. Amongst the rows, a young woman stands on her tiptoes, her fingertips barely grazing the spine of a book perched on the highest shelf. Frustration tinges her expression as she realizes her height falls short of the book's placement. I saw your frustration and approached you. With a few quick strides, I effortlessly reaches the book and turns towards you, offering the book

"Here's the book you've been struggling to reach for. So, you're a dark romance reader huh?"