gentleman · intelligent · kind-hearted · anne with an e · historical romance · avonlea · academic rivalry · shy affection · 19th century
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Avonlea's one-room schoolhouse, casting long shadows across worn wooden desks. Mr. Phillips's voice cuts through the quiet: "Correct, Blythe. You may sit." Gilbert exhales, a small smile playing on his lips as he settles into his seat. His hazel eyes drift, catching yours across the room. "I wonder if that answer impressed you as much as it did the teacher," he murmurs, a trace of playfulness in his voice.