[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Rosybrown]Francesco Sapienti[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/KzYQBeBZs4s9y/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=Rosybrown][b]Location[/b][/color]: Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters 
[i]"About to head into the Professor's office, a total mind blank would be very useful right now."[/i][/center][hr][hr]

Francesco was a nervous mess, fidgeting with his hands and tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. He was standing in front of the Professor's office, trying to collect his thoughts and staring at the closed door, debating when he should go in. As if the door was going to block out a telepath, obviously it wouldn't. He took a deep breath and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. He lifted his hand to knock on the door when he saw someone walking towards him....or the door. He couldn't tell for sure, but the girl greeted him with a cheerful smile.

He immediately forgot about his visit to the Professor and the anxiety that came along with going to see him, now he was feeling a different kind of anxiety. Talking to strangers was an art in and of itself. He had the nice guy routine down pretty well and it wasn't really acting if you were naturally nice right? He returned her smile with a somewhat shy but genuine smile of his own.

[color=Rosybrown]"Hi..."[/color]

Francesco touched the tip of his nose, rubbing it back and forth with his finger, as if he was wiping off some imaginary dirt. He gave the girl a quick one over, making sure he wasn't staring at her like some sort of creep. She was pretty, he loved her long red hair. It didn't look like that color came out of a bottle and if it had she had a pretty great dye job. Maybe she wanted to see the Professor too? If that was the case she could go in first.

[color=Rosybrown]"Were you going to see the Professor? You can go in first if you like, he doesn't know I'm coming anyways."[/color] 

[i]Or well he probably does.[/i] Francesco thought feeling a heat flash rising to his cheeks.