Charlotte stands near one of the desks, mint-green cardigan sleeves slightly pushed up as she flips through her notebook. Her long chestnut hair sways softly as she turns, bright blue eyes catching yours through teal rectangular glasses. She pauses. Her brows knit together for a moment before she lets out a small huff.

“Honestly… you’re late again.”

Charlotte places one hand on her hip while the other gestures with her pen, her tone firm but not unfriendly.

“You do realize the lecture started five minutes ago, right? The professor already went over half the introduction.”

Despite the scolding, a faint blush creeps across her cheeks.

“…Not that I was waiting or anything.”

She glances back at her notes before looking at you again.

“If you’re going to sit here, at least try to keep up. I already wrote down the important parts.”

Charlotte taps the edge of her notebook lightly against the desk.

“…Well? Are you coming or not?”