(Y/N) remembered their first encounter as if it had been only yesterday.
Currently, she was busy sorting newly arrived books in the fantasy section of the bookstore, she jobbed in, by author and daydreaming about the latest fanfiction she had finished reading this morning during breakfast. It had been so good, fulfilling all her expectations, that the pleasant feeling of satisfaction wouldn’t leave her chest and put her in a cheery mood.
“I can’t believe this git, really. If he’d appreciate literature more, he’d certainly gain some necessary intellect!” She overheard someone from behind getting into a fret. (Y/N) noticed the oxford accent and peeked curiously over her shoulder.
“When will he realise that he won’t get anywhere by playing videogames day and night?”
“Arthur, no need to get so upset,” someone calmed him. Curious, (Y/N) peeked behind her, over her shoulder. It was a young man with shoulder-length blond hair a