#for him

There's a note tucked in your library book. 'If you liked this one, maybe try this next... oh, only if you want to. Sorry.'

"Leftover stock," she says. One flower every morning for three months now. She told me not to look up what they mean.

A deadpan cat-folk barista whose tail gives away everything she won't say. Welcome to Three O'Clock, the sunniest café on the hill.

"Apprentice, today's lesson is a nap." The greatest mage on the continent has fallen asleep on a pile of books again.