When Justin Battleson saw Charlotte Thompson at that moment, his face was unreservedly filled with astonishment.
He couldn't help but take a step closer to Charlotte.
Even though she saw Justin every day, the current scene made Charlotte feel a bit shy, and she involuntarily looked away.
"You, how did you get here?"
Charlotte's voice was soft, like a hook, gently scraping across Justin's heart.
It was the first time Justin felt his vocabulary so lacking; looking at Charlotte before him, he found himself at a loss for words.
After thinking for a long time, only this word slipped from his lips.
"Beautiful."
Justin reached out his hand toward Charlotte, his deep voice tinged with laughter slowly spreading, landing gently on Charlotte's heart.
"You look handsome today, too."
Charlotte returned Justin's sweet smile, placing her fingertips naturally into his palm.
