No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)

"Oh, thanks!" He said, picking out a very old book and sitting on a chair and reading it.

Nyx awkwardly stood there. "Um… what are you reading?"

"Oh, Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen!"

"Really?" She peered curiously at it. "Anne told us about that once. Isn't it romance?"

"Neat!" he handed it to her.
"It's not that interesting, in my opinion. Good story and plot, but just overrated.'

(Agreed)
Nyx inspected it before handing it back to him.

(never read it)
"Okay then. Pick a book, any book. There's only two books that's not in here!"

(If you can guess the two books, i'll pay you 100 dollars)

"Oh, let's see, The Satanic Verses and the Voynich Manuscript."

"Nope! I have those!"
(Wrong)
"What I don't have is Twilight and 50 shades of grey."

(THANK YOU)
Nyx frowned. "What are those?"

"Moving on…"

"What are they?"

They're terrible books, that are so poorly written, it's almost like my creator wrote them." (self burn)

(U stahp that self-deprecation.)
Nyx nodded. "Ah." She looked around. "But you do have the Voynich manuscript?"

Indeedy!" (never)

"Mm." She looked around. "This is a very impressive library."

Thank you!"

"How long have you been living in this house? It must have taken years to build up this collection."

10 years."

"Wow." It must be nice, having a permanent home. Sadness flicked across her eyes.

What's wrong?"

"I wish I had a home." The words were the soft grey colour of a breeze, barely audible.

You could… Live here?"

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "Live here?"

I mean, unless you don't want to…"

"Oh, no, of course I want to!" Overcome with emotion, she hugged him.

He was surprised by the hugs, not being 1 for hugs

Nyx, blushing, stepped back, sensing his discomfort. "Um. Anyway." She looked up at him. "You know, you never did finish giving me that tour of the house." Because we got sidetracked, and I may have kissed you.

I thought I did!"