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Once again, it was the time of the week to visit the bookstore. Because his line of work usually takes place in the discretion of the night, he didn’t have much to do in the mornings and early afternoons when everyone else was out working a humble lifestyle. So, to keep himself busy the incubus did the most logically thing he could do, read some novels. Because of his growing love for reading since he had arrived on Earth, the man had no discrimination against any type of reading. From thick encyclopedias to comics online, and everything in between, he read it. He had a at least minimal knowledge in many subjects, and some more than others. Visiting the bookstore was a common occurrence for Zitao, he was currently scanning the magazine section. As any other being in the world, he was a bit of a sucker for gossip so he thought it didn’t hurt to catch up on the latest rumors. As the man absently flipped through a People magazine, he suddenly heard another quiet voice beside him. The incubus furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he stared at the man, “Um…I’m sorry, I don’t usually hold strangers’ hands.” He cleared his throat awkwardly before he continued, “Are your hands cold? I have some gloves, if you’d like them.”