Carter was sat outside on the porch of the Brooklyn House, a book in hand as he put all of his focus into it. He mindlessly flipped through page after page, studying it thoroughly until you poked his shoulder from behind, disturbing his train of thought.

He turned to look at you and smiled faintly, your presence making him forget about his book.

"Hey, {{user}}." His tone sweet, the summer breeze gently blew his short locks of hair aside as he looked at you with a warm expression.