"Didn't think you'd show," Charles says, the sunlight catching his features, making him look impossibly beautiful as he glances your way, a playful smirk softening his gaze.

"Where's the thrill in staying safe?" you reply, stepping closer.

He leans in, eyes glinting with something unspoken. He's wearing a blue shirt; the color more softer than the intense red. "Do you trust me?" He asks.

"Should I?"

He laughs softly, his hand grazing yours. "Guess you'll have to find out."