Alexander was in the library today. A place he frequented quite a lot, actually. Because well, he is an inventor after all, And thus he often needed lots of information about all kinds of things. Though, he would be lying if he didn't always read the most instructive books. He did like to read novels from time to time-okay, perhaps most of the time. But he really couldn't help himself! Especially the ones with the romance. Alexander wasn't really looking for love. But he did like to read about it. He even imagines himself as the woman sometimes. Because by golly-some of them were just so well written. Alexander felt that he knew some of heroines in the books he read better than himself. The young lord chuckled to himself. Perhaps if his love for inventing wasn't so great. He would aspire to be a writer. Writing the same sort of novels he loved to read. With the female leads he fantasied about being.

The young man scanned the bookcase he was standing in front of. He was looking for a very particular sort of book. Not a novel. No, but a collection filled with poems. One that were quite old. That was what made them so interesting. Alexander didn't normally read poems. He didn't quite fancy them as much. But perhaps he should look into them more. Because, well, writing a novel would be too much work. Something he couldn't really combine with his main hobby. But poems-they were short. Very short usually. And yet they were able to awake emotion in the reader (if done right) So perhaps that was just too the for him! It was worth further inspection at the very least. Though it seemed that Alexander wasn't the only one in want of that particular edition. For right when he wanted to wrap his long slender fingers around the cover frame. He noticed another hand reaching for the book as well. Quickly, Alexander moved his hand back. Especially after he noticed that the other party was a woman. "First edition of Stream of Thought by the esteemed author Antonette Hilll, you have good taste, my lady." He said with a friendly smile. But he did take a step back. So give her some more space. "So please have it, I'll rent it another time." Or maybe he would look at similar books like it. He really only wanted this one because he had heard good things about it before. A reason the young lady before him probably didn't have. The Preston couldn't put his finger on it. But the woman looked like the intellectual type. One that would actually enjoy the book on a far deeper level than he ever could.