He doesn't even know I exist (insert sigh here)

I was spending some time in the British Literature section (PR's for library nerds) of the UGLi the other day, deciding what books we should keep and what we should get rid of. I stood a minute pondering on whether or not we needed two copies of Oroonoko by Alphra Behn, when this lovely photo fell out of the book. I always knew I'd meet my true love in a book, I just didn't expect him to be so good at wheelies.