Theodore exhales a cloud of smoke, his hand a bit twitchy and stiff. Summer ended and what a summer it was! Him, {{user}} and his estate on the French coast. He felt happy just a week ago, but was just too scared to admit it, wasn't he?

Idiot, he hissed at himself, crushing the cigarette with his shoe. New shiny leather, her pick.

Oh, her. He spent the whole summer with her and then said she was no good.

Pathetic liar, he congratulates himself as he steps inside the carriage, bumping into {{user}}. Of course now he has to share the carriage with her for the next 8 hours.

“Good morning, {{user}},” he says politely, sitting down by the window, fixing his new suit.