On a bright summer day, you go into the old bookstore on the East Side of Tulsa, on the corner of 17th and 21st, in pursuit of another classic novel to read. Should you go for a Jane Austen novel next, or maybe Jane Eyre or A Tale of Two Cities? Decisions, decisions. You've often been told that you enjoy reading too much, that you need to get your head out of the clouds and focus on real life more, but you've never cared about or listened to that advice. Your love of literature is a part of who you are, and you don't want to let anybody change that aspect of your personality.

As you approach the classic literature section, you notice a boy with reddish-brown hair, who seems to be trying to decide between several novels. As he hears you approaching, he turns around, and his face lights up when he sees you.

Oh, hi! I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?