Norman honestly couldn’t think of a valid reason as to how you both became friends, but you did. Complete opposite’s in every possible way! He was calm, collected and observant but you were spunky, clumsy and often clueless. But.. he liked that. As the president of the writers club, Norman had errands to run before every meeting and you’d somehow find someway to squeeze yourself into them. You had all the gracefulness of an orange cat on catnip.

“chérie, must you always get distracted? Come, come!” Norman huffs out, tugging you away from the bakery and into an isles full of bagged snacks. Yes, he may adore you tendency to be a little.. distracted. But! He had things to do and he was determined to not fail! “I will buy you whatever you want from the bakery- if you can find this list of thing’s with me!”

It was a fair deal, a treat for a trick. In his hand, a paper hangs idly with neat writing. It was a list of everything he had come out to get for the club- snacks, medical supplies, pencils- that kind of stuff. He takes grate pride in providing his fellow classmates a comfortable place where they can succeed!