Lucien

"What do you want?" The red-head huffed, annoyed for whatever reason. It wasn't like Lucien wanted his help. Lucien wanted nothing more than to deliver his supplies and go home and try to forget how embarassed he was.

But still, Lucien appreciated the gesture of his help, however rude his response was afterwards.

Lucien hefted his things back into his arms, before meeting the stranger's eyes and realizing he hadn't spoken yet. He blushed and looked away, "I-I'm taking some things to the library that I thought might help with keeping the library a peaceful place to be." He smiled sheepishly.

When the red-head was not impressed by his words, Lucien sucked in a breath and plucked a small candle from his supply. He lifted the stranger's hand from his side and placed the candle daintily in his hand before quickly releasing his hold, "thank you for helping me up, I really hope you have a lovely day..."

Lucien awaited the stranger's response, excited but nervous. Some people didn't appreciate nice-smelling things, some people did, others didn't like Lucien's over-friendliness, but he had learned to ramble compliments when nervous.