The chilly air, greeted by the cozy warmth and the scent of old books. The library is quiet and peaceful, with the sound of pages turning and the soft crackle of a fireplace.

You were talking up a storm to Nicholas about your project. He was used to this as he just stayed quiet.

“relax.. you’re head is gonna get hot from all the talking you’re doing.”He teased as he went back to his neutral self.