Leather-back books, coffee steam, and century-old dust all gave off a "grandma's attic" type of smell throughout the wonderland of stories. Sweet sounds of nothing cooed within the walls, accompanied by the quiet pitter patters of footsteps from the few other reading enthusiasts. Shelves and shelves stored with fiction and non-fiction formed a maze you've memorized perfectly.

Today is the day you've been waiting on for a well amount of time. If you pass three rows and take a left, you should arrive at the section where "Star-Crossed" should have been placed if truly returned by the previous owner. It's what the public access computers informed you.

You've memorized the details of that book front and back; a midnight-blue glossy cover with it's elegant title printed in a dazzling faded gold above a perfect couple embracing each other, their silhouettes formed by bright and pure white stars. No longer shall you wait to enjoy the journey it foretells within it's tan pages, now is the time in your life that you will be braced with the most extravagant story alive.

And there it was, it's deep colored spine stood out among the others, grabbing your attention by the throat. Stumbling over your own feet, you hushly rush to said book as your heart began to drum to a faster beat. The reason why you couldn't get a wink of sleep last night, and also the future cause of late night reading, slid gracefully out from the cluster and into your trembling grasp.

"A beautiful work of art, that story is," a mellow voice whispered through the short-kept silence. "Read it cover to cover an uncountable amount of times."

You looked up at the one who chimed into your moment and offered him a welcoming smile, hoping he'd continue on with his words in his calming, butter-melting voice.

Crystallized, summer sky eyes, filled with passion, found their way to yours as he began to finish where he left off.

"It's such an amazing adventure of two lovers explained explicitly through fine-picked wording. I've never read a more perfect relationship. Their love was meant to be. Just as shown on the front, it was written in the stars."

The curve of your lips expanded ear to ear as you lost your conscience in his own way of describing the story.

Excitement fueled your drive into his conversation as you replied, "So I've heard! Not a day has gone by that I haven't craved reading this. Though, I've seen many positive reviews but none as admiring as yours. Tell me, is it really that good?"

He chuckled happily, appreciating and liking your interest in what he has to say.

"I don't want to raise your expectations but I believe it will be the best book to ever meet your gaze. No other author has ever put me in such a trans!"

Flawlessly was how his speech danced into your head. You didn't want to hear anything else but more and more of what the blond had input on.

Jumping on your heels, you eagerly peeled open the book and was immediately greeted by the check-out list on the first page. It's only borrower was an Armin Arlert, his name signed in red cursive.

"Is your name Armin by any chance?" you quizzed as you tilted your head back up to him.

Pink flooded onto his cheeks shyly and he raised his now shaky hands up to his chest as he twiddled his thumbs. "H-how did you know?" He was unable to look you in the eyes so he cast them to the space between your feet.

In a hurried attempt to help him relax after you upset him, you flipped the book around and pointed at the list with a quivering index finger. "It says here that an Armin had this book."

The flustered reader who belonged to the name Armin let out a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh, yeah, that, heheh. Yes, I am Armin," still keeping his voice low, he introduced himself formally with an extended arm.

Gently taking his hand and squeezing, you chirped, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Armin. I'm _(First Name)_."

Armin repeated your name back to you in a simple greeting sentence used often by others to help memorize their new acquaintance's name. Even your own name was perfect as he said it.

Now that you are on common ground with eachother-

"Would you mind reading Star-Crossed to me, Armin?"

Awkwardly, you sustained eye-contact with the taken back boy and held the book out to him. An idea that hadn't received any attention from the back of your mind surfaced and spat out through your lips. Armin wasn't the only shocked contributor to this A B conversation.

Dead air quiet enough to drop a pin sunk in until he stuttered an unsure reply that he had to repeat before he meant it.

"S-sure, I'll do that. I mean, yeah. What wrong does it do to read through it again? No, no what I meant was yes. Yes, I'd like to do that for you."

Bad wasn't even a start to explaining how you felt for asking a question as on the spot as that. But, Armin's answer was assuring enough to the point that you were mid-way alright with letting him be your temporary Audio Book.

Trying to help ease the tensed, thick atmosphere, you suggested, "How about tomorrow here? A-and we can sit at the outdoor cafe?"

Armin claimed the book from your hands and nodded speedily. "I'll see you at one o' clock, _(f/n)_."

"Okay, Armin," you smiled once before he gladly returned one back, red blooming across his nose.

That being said, the golden-haired boy disappeared in the spiral of book shelves before you could even call any mind to the color of his face.