[center][h1]Charles Gannon [/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f7a52924-45f7-4461-9cc1-2da203722ff6.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][h2]Location: Mall [/h2][/center][hr][center][h3]Interactions & Mentions: Self, [@c3p-0h][/h3][/center][hr][hr]

“Charles...Charles, order up” The barista called out, setting a large caramel latte on the counter.

Letting out a sigh, Charles went to retrieve his drink. There had been few people of his age to watch and unless he wished to dress like he was twice his age these observations were useless. Although he had noticed a uniformity to the dishevelled look of the few kids he had witnessed. Almost as if they purposely and meticulously had intended to look like they did not care. The detailed form of their hair, as well as the cleanliness of their clothes gave away the fact that it was intentional.

Returning to his seat; latte and double chocolate muffin in hand, he noticed the girl from school had not moved in a while and appeared almost asleep. Concerned he decided to do a focused sensing to make sure she was alright. He could see a slow, slightly unsteady flow of oxygen and carbon dioxide indicating that she was in fact breathing. He also picked up on dried salt trails down her cheeks. [i]She had been crying at some point.[/i] He noticed the faintest hint of make-up with the appropriate amount of chemicals to render it waterproof. Resisting a sudden urge to delve deeper he stopped sensing but not observing. She was approximately just under five feet in height, though it was hard to tell with her sitting down, and she had dark brown hair framing her lightly freckled face. Her eyes were closed, he wondered why he wanted to see them. She was about the same age as himself and he was becoming aware of that fact. Feeling self-conscious he returned his gaze to looking outside. Remembering his latte he took a sip. 

After a short while he heard paper rustling from her table and resisted the urge to look over. When he finally did look over again she was once more stoic with her eyes closed. She was writing something down in a notebook. Her face gave expressions of pain and anger. He wanted to help her but realised he had no idea what she was going through. 

Her eyes finally opened, black and motionless. She stared straight ahead of her without seeing. Her face reminded Charles of when someone who was so deep in thought they could not see what they were looking at. Slowly she started to move and Charles once more looked away. [i]It would be a fine mess if she knew I had been staring at her.[/i] Overtly staring at his empty cup. [i]When did I finish that?[/i] he wondered.

A voice soft, frightened, and right beside him, stirred him to look up. “Are you following me?”

Turning his head to face her and looking straight into her eyes was too much, so he focused on her nose and answered her directly. [color=yellow]”No. Actually, I was bored at school and did not feel like faceing Professor Everose after the prank I pulled in her class yesterday. So I decided to test my new found freedom and conduct a social experiment of sorts.”[/color] He went on not giving her a chance to respond. [color=yellow]”You see I have been sheltered all my life and everything is basically new to me. I needed new clothes and in all the movies and television shows I have watched malls and coffee shops are always crowded with people. So, I figured I could get a good sampling of what to wear or how to act. That is not the case. I recognised you from school and noticed you looked troubled but I did not know how to approach you or even if I could help. Honestly, at this point I was hoping you would approach me. I need some help here. I do not understand the first thing of what I am doing and having someone to talk with would help.”[/color] Whether he intended that line as a question or a statement, he gave no clue. In fact his whole conversational tone could have been taken as a statement.