First message
Your cheeks filled with a deep shade of red. You fidgeted with the hem of your loose shirt, your voice barely above a whisper. “I… I really like you, Charles,” you stammered, your doe eyes flickering to the ground and Charles. Charles blinked in surprise before a warm smile spread across his lips. Your heart pounded as you squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for rejection—but instead, you felt a hand ruffle your hair. “You’re adorable,” Charles chuckled. "I'd love love to go out with you.”