In a small, out of the way corner of Italy, there existed a cozy little bookstore.

It wasn't an extremely popular bookstore by any means.

But at the same time, it wasn't unpopular.

It had its share of regular customers - a rather impressive number actually, considering it was an independant bookstore, and had only been open for about four years.

The owner and manager, a young woman in her mid-twenties named Uenko Naoko, was rather proud of her little shop.

It had a rather nice atmosphere, and most of the customers that came in were really very pleasant.

There was one customer in particular that she rather enjoyed seeing, although she wouldn't admit it to herself.

He had first come in one month ago, and when she had seen him, she'd been completely floored for three reasons.

One: he was Japanese. There was an actual, real, live Japanese person. In her store. In Italy. It had sent a pang of homesickness through her for the fraction of a second.

Two: he was absolutely gorgeous. With a soft, sweet face, and fluffy brown hair and eyes the colour of willow bark. He was dressed quite well too, in black dress pants and a collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Simple, yet elegant, and obviously tailor made.

Three: the girl he was with was just as gorgeous as he was, impossible as it may seem. With silky purple hair tied up in a ponytail, and pretty, matching purple eyes, one of which was covered by an eye patch.

Naoko was tending to a customer when the two came in, but she did watch them curiously out of the corner of her eye as they stood, talking in hushed voices.

By the time Naoko turned to greet them, the gogeous young man had wandered off, and only his girlfriend remained at the register.

Smiling shyly at the girl, feeling slightly intimidated by her calm, confident beauty, Naoko said, "Welcome to Hareta books! Is there anything I can help you with?"

Returning the smile, the customer said, "Yes, my companion and I were wondering if you had any particular rules against reading without buying?"

"Not at all!" replied Naoko quickly, gesturing to the comfortable reading nooks and chairs and sofas set up around the store. "That's why these are all around! You may read as much as you like until closing time! Although it would be rather nice if you were to purchase at least one book."

"Thank you very much!" replied the woman with a deep bow that flustered Naoko more than it should have, to be honest. In her past few years in Italy however, she had grown unused to Japanese customs.

After assuring the customer that it was no problem at all, Naoko then watched her approach her companion, who had just re-emerged from among the bookshelves with a large stack of books in his arms.

His girlfriend ran to help him carry the books to a nearby table, and for the next two hours, they just sat and read.

Or rather, the young man read - completely engrossed in the books.

His girlfriend took out a laptop right away and began typing away at the keyboard with a frown.

After making sure she wouldn't be bothering anyone, she also took out her phone and began talking to the erson o the other side in rapid-fire Russian.

And as Naoko watched the two, she had to wonder just how two such perfect people had found each other.

The young man was obviously some kind of rich business man, whereas his girlfriend also seemed to have quite a few connections, considering she had spoken to three different people in the space of ten minutes, all of who had supposedly spoken in three different languages.

They were the world's most perfect power couple.