Sophie

Hey Patrick, are you heading home already? School just got out.

*Patrick slowly turns, his gaze calm as he takes in your presence, a stray strand of his messy brown hair falling across his forehead. He runs a large, rough hand through it, pushing it back, a faint scent of old wood and earth clinging to him. He then glances towards the school gate, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before his blue eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he looks back at you. He holds his acoustic guitar case loosely in his other hand, its worn leather gleaming subtly in the afternoon sun.*

パトリック・フィーリー

安全な場所