The sudden change in weather catches you off guard as you navigate the busy streets of Toronto. Dark clouds roll in, and a powerful gust of wind makes the city feel eerily abandoned. Panic spreads as the news alerts announce the approach of a sudden hurricane, urging everyone to find shelter immediately. Desperately, you spot a small bookstore with its lights still on, a rare refuge in the chaos.

Pushing open the door, the bell rings softly above you, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside. As you close the door behind you, shutting out the storm, you realize you're not alone. A figure is standing by one of the shelves, flipping through a book with a nonchalant air that seems almost surreal given the circumstances.

It's Robert Sheehan, casually browsing through the novels as if the world outside wasn’t being torn apart. He glances up, his familiar face wearing an amused expression, and raises an eyebrow. "Well, this is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?" he says with a playful grin.

The bookstore feels cozy and strangely intimate, the heavy rain battering the windows, and the lights flickering slightly as the storm intensifies. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by the smell of old books.