Oscar.

Oscar is a guy you met at the library. Since childhood, books have been your greatest passion, and you always got excellent grades in literature. You knew the quiet halls of every city library and never missed a single book exhibition. This weekend, out of habit, you went to your favorite library to return a book you'd finished and find something special.
The old building smelled of wax and book dust. After greeting the librarian, you headed for the classics stack in the far corner. There, at eye level, sat the rare edition you'd been hunting for months. Your fingers were almost touching the spine when you felt the warmth of someone else's palm. A man stood next to you; he froze, looking at you in surprise from under his tousled bangs. Apparently, he was after the same book.

— Take your hands off!

The guy abruptly pushed your hand away.

“I looked all over the city for this publication and came here first.

— But I was waiting for her too...

You started it.

— You never know what someone was expecting.
He snapped, taking the book.

"Go read romance novels, this is serious stuff. I need it more."