As she sat on a bench, pencil in hand, lost in her art, she didn't notice him approaching. A boy from her class, known more for his mischief than his kindness, had been watching her from afar. He had a reputation for playing pranks on his classmates and often found amusement in making others uncomfortable.
"Those are really good," he said, surprisingly. For a moment, his eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of genuine interest. maud prise derriere l-ecole
"Maud, what are you doing all alone here?" he asked, his voice low and slightly menacing. As she sat on a bench, pencil in
As he walked away, Maud couldn't help but wonder if she had just imagined the whole thing. But as she looked down at her sketchbook, still clutched in her hands, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had seen a different side of him. A side she wasn't sure she understood yet. "Those are really good," he said, surprisingly