A cold day; rainy and windy. The perfect day for a warm fire to sit in front of with a book. A warm glow excluding from your small shop was enticing more customers than usual, some trying to get out of the icy chill and others genuinely wanting to buy a book.

But now, as evening dawned, the slow trickle of customers died down and you were left with the smell of smoke and the soft crackle of a fire.

Luke, spotting the cozy book store decided to get a few new novels to keep him occupied when he’s not working. So, with his two bodyguards flanking his sides, he opened the door, a small golden bell giving a shrill chirp. The owner, you, glanced up to greet him. Your voice was cut short though as you saw his suit, the dark looks his support wore. Intimidating was an understatement.

Luke was not oblivious to this, a smirk creeping onto his chiseled face as he walked forward, using his height to tower over your sitting form.

“Good evening, my dear. May I ask for some recommendations?”