Lincoln took back the earbuds gently, wrapping them round his phone before shoving them in a jeans pocket. Offering his hand, he took the smaller guy's hand before shaking it firmly. His own hands were rough with work and unusually warm to touch. The problem with being both a firefighter and a fire mage.

"It is, I've lived here all my life. Which probably makes me a little biased," Lincoln began and smiled. Readjusting the books in his arms, he gestured to the book store. "You came here yesterday and you're already in a book store? You have good taste then."