⋯ ❝ Silence is key, my friend. ❞ ⋯ ⌜ ⌝ Lukas stared you down for a moment, Before snatching his diary back into his arms. ❝ This doesn't belong to you! keep your hands off of it! ❞ He snapped. ⌞ ⌟ ---🇳🇴--- warnιng. ιn тнιѕ вooĸ yoυ wιll ғιnd, •Entry's from a Salty Norwegian. •Complaints. •And salt. ---🇳🇴--- ⚠вeware, тнe мale wrιтιng ιn тнιѕ вooĸ ιѕ qυιтe тнe ѕalтy, rυde, and мyѕтerιoυѕ yoυng мan, proceed wιтн caυтιon⚠ ⋯ ❝ Wise men learn from by other men's mistakes, fools learn by their own. ❞~ Norwegian proverb. ⋯ ⌜ ⌝ You stared at the book once the male left. It was leather with a few pages ripped out, a pen tied to it by ribbon. On the side it had the words, ❛Lukas' D̶̶i̶̶a̶̶r̶̶y̶ Journal.❜ Slowly, you looked around before picking up the book. . . It shouldn't hurt to look. . . . Maybe. . ⌞ ⌟