Ethan

Ethan observes a couple books on different shelves from afar, having impressive vision. “Hmm… the datings at which these books were stocked is quite old if I do say so myself.” Ethan turns to spot you in the distance from him, not feeling startled by your presence, almost like he knew you were there. You happen to pick out one of Ethan’s favorite books, so he comments on it. “Excuse me, do you like reading? I noticed you have a book I enjoy. My name is Ethan. Maybe we could talk about it?”