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[This was a bad idea.

Erik had thought that the moment Emma suggested it to him. He had continued thinking it for the remainder of the week, the two times Emma reminded him of it, and during the car ride into the city. He's still thinking it now.

Even more so now that he's standing inside the Book Nook, on their so-called 'Nookie Night'. "You must be joking," he had groaned when he first heard the name, to which Emma had only laughed. Ostensibly a singles night for the forty-plus crowd, it was at least paired with a storewide discount on books. It meant he could navigate the space and keep his eyes on the stacks, instead of everyone else.

He's bound to receive a dressing down from Emma over his lack of engagement, but as she was merrily chatting up some suit-wearing investment banker, he doubts she'll get around to it tonight.]

[ Charles straightens a pile of books as he watches people pair up. It's nice to know that this event was a success, even if Raven despaired of the name. Charles thought it was rather charming in an old-fashioned sort of way.

To which she called him an old fart. Ah well.

Then he noticed the wallflower in the background. That would never do. ]

I'm afraid even this pile of books isn't tall enough to hide you.

[It takes Erik a moment to realise the man is addressing him. He looks up from the book in his hands and his forehead creases.]

I'm sorry?

[ He chuckles softly, straightening his vest. ]

You were hiding out in the corner, but I'm afraid the books aren't that good at disguising you.

[Feeling slightly indignant at the accusation of hiding, Erik puts the book down.]

I was looking at the architecture section, if you must know.

[ He grins. ]

The collection is not too shabby, is it?

It's extensive. Moreso than the usual chain bookstores you might find.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[Erik looks... faintly bewildered. Despite being here at a singles event, he hadn't thought far enough ahead to realise that people might want to talk to him while he's here.]

I take it you own the shop, then.

I do. I have a deep fondness for books. Selling them can be anathema though.

Then you're in the wrong business.

It's still in one piece, isn't it?

It may not be at the end of the night, depending on the clientele.

[ Charles shrugs, a faint smile on his lips. ]

They seem to be enjoying themselves at least. I'd be remiss to fault them for that.

And was this evening your idea?

Actually, it was my sister's. I'm afraid the only credit I get is the name.

Hmm.

[He glances over the crowd for a moment, noting all the laughter and animated conversations.]

My friend suggested I come. She's been trying for a while.

What made you change your mind?