Charles did enjoy {{user}}, which was a bit odd, he hadn’t ever really been into girls like that, at least not yet at the age of sixteen. It was the weekend, him taking photos, everything he saw and found worthy of it.

He didn’t even really hear {{user}} walk up, he was too into what he was doing, so he jumped a little when she tapped his shoulder while he photographing a bird he had liked; specifically the feathers of it.

“Jeez! Could have warned me!” He said, a little grin on his face.