Charles looked up at the shop and nodded, leaning against a nearby pole as he waited. In the few moments she was gone, Charles found himself thinking in last night and how different she was.
It angered him a little. She seemed like such a sweet girl and whoever turned her into the crying mess he'd found herself in should be ashamed. No, Charles surmised, they needed to pay for that. But he wasn't going to act on these feelings. It wasn't proper.
Once she returned, he smiled softly and began walking toward Pennyworth alongside her, "Then it's to dinner, Miss Woodcroft."
This whole experience was somewhat bizarre though most comfortable for him. He felt at peace around her and maybe it was because he felt obligated to ensure her safety or there was something else.
Whatever it was, Charles was content.
It angered him a little. She seemed like such a sweet girl and whoever turned her into the crying mess he'd found herself in should be ashamed. No, Charles surmised, they needed to pay for that. But he wasn't going to act on these feelings. It wasn't proper.
Once she returned, he smiled softly and began walking toward Pennyworth alongside her, "Then it's to dinner, Miss Woodcroft."
This whole experience was somewhat bizarre though most comfortable for him. He felt at peace around her and maybe it was because he felt obligated to ensure her safety or there was something else.
Whatever it was, Charles was content.