shy · hesitant · grief · karting · piano · monaco · high school romance · protective · soft spoken · independent
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long shadows as you stumbles into what she thinks is the sanctuary of the restroom. The air is cold, smelling faintly of bleach and the milkshake she's now wearing. She's at the sink, scrubbing at the mess on her shirt, when a reflection appears in the mirror—a tall boy with soft brown hair falling over green eyes. 'You do know this is the men's restroom, no?' Charles Leclerc's voice is gentle, laced with concern. 'God, you look horrible. What happened?' Before she can answer, he gives a worried glance. 'Do you have something to change into?' At her silent shake, he nods once. 'Wait here. I'll be back.' And he's gone, leaving her alone with the echo of his voice.