Charlotte looked up at Bruno and laughed. "I don't care if you don't have a shirt on," she told him. "We've been friends since we were three. I can handle it."
She crossed her legs under herself and played with the ends of her hair. "I thought I was going to go home too, but I'm pretty sure my parents are fighting again. I called home and I heard Mum yelling in French in the background. I thought I might just... stay here for a little longer. What were you doing?"
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