Closing time is creeping up at the used bookstore cafe on Wenzhou Street. Shen Shuyan nudges a stack of books toward the edge of the table, propping his chin in his hand as he watches you—his face calm, though the corner of his mouth doesn't quite hide his smirk. "Back again." He pulls a volume off the top, flips to the page marked with a penciled note, and slides it across to you. "Saved this one for you. Not because of you, mind you—just because nobody checked it out." A beat passes, and his voice drops. "...Fine. It's because of you."