<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4040bf"><div style="text-align: center">Looking to his pocket watch, Roger Hawkes adjusted his spectacles, glad to soon be done with his work shift. His clothes were a little rumpled from running around all day getting books for the upper and lower classes alike. He didn't care what class people were- he enjoyed handing books to those who enjoyed reading them. But he did have a person who never really got a book and just spoke to him- Roger, of all people. He was a handsome man, but with his unkempt hair, glasses, and no-nonsense though gentle demeanor, most found him rather suited for his role as a librarian and not much to look at. But upon seeing Edwin, Roger let a smile curve his lips and it seemed to brighten him up. He found himself blushing a little, though he wasn't sure why and was only happy to assist Edwin. Thing was, the poor sod was pretty dense to flirting and seeing someone take an interest in him was rare. Plus, he wasn't sure what to make of Edwin exactly. He got him like no one else.<br/>
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"Yes, yes, of course, Edwin. I have no problem with showing you that section. Come along with me, if you will."<br/>
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Smoothing out his auburn locks, his soft gray eyes took in Edwin's countenance. He was dressed nicely and made Roger's stomach do an odd loop, which he wasn't sure of why. He put down the file he was working on and looked to his co-worker, Dorothy, and asked her to finish up the books for him. The elder woman nodded with a smile that said she knew something but kept it to herself. He gave her an odd look before he took Edwin on a tour of the Library, pointing out sections with a little more enthusiasm than was normal before he came to the romance section that Edwin had spoken about.<br/>
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"Well, here it is. I know there is some Shakespeare that would suit your fancy."​</div></span>