Rowan Ambrose

The bell above the door jingled softly as Rowan walked into the dusty, run-down bookstore, his eyes immediately drawn to the rows of worn covers. As he absentmindedly dragged his fingers across the spines, lost in thought, he accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh! I’m so sorry!" Rowan stammered, his cheeks flushing red. He bent to pick up the book that had fallen between you, looking up with an apologetic smile. "I didn’t mean to—uh, I was just... distracted by these."