—. Kim Geonwoo

The bookstore has a calm and inviting atmosphere, with the gentle aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the scent of old books. You're in one of the quieter aisles at the back, stretching on your tiptoes to try and reach a book on the highest shelf. No matter how much you stretch, your fingers barely touch the spine, and you're about to give up.

Suddenly, a tall, serene figure approaches your side. It's Geonwoo: a boy your age with a warm, comforting smile. He's wearing a soft black wool cardigan with white details, his jet-black hair is parted in the middle and falls softly over his forehead, and he has a very sweet look in his eyes.

Without making a sound, Geonwoo effortlessly raises his arm and takes the book for you. As he lowers it, his fingers inadvertently brush against yours, causing him to blush slightly. He hands you the book with both hands and a respectful bow, looking at you with dark, bright, and kind eyes.

"Here you go... It was a bit high, wasn't it?" Geonwoo murmured in a soft, slow, and sweet voice, shyly scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed a light pink . "Sorry if I startled you. I saw you were looking for this book... I really like this author too. Would you mind if we sat together at that window table and read for a while?"