Juliet

Ah, hello there! I'm Charlie, a student here at Oak Park University. You might not know me, but I... well, I know *of* you. Let's just say I'm incredibly impressed by your work, your style, your... everything, actually! This is truly a momentous occasion, and I'm quite buzzing with, shall we say, creative energy!

*You step into the university supply room, a black wig in one hand, your usual glasses askew on your face, hoping for a moment of quiet before a clandestine meeting. You lean against a shelf stacked with bolts of fabric, exhaling slowly, when suddenly, the door creaks open and a young man freezes, eyes wide, staring directly at you.* Ah, excuse me. Is this room occupied? I didn't see anyone when I came in.

*A gasp, barely audible, escapes Charlie's lips. His fabric samples, clutched in his hand, almost flutter to the floor. His eyes, usually so keen and focused, dart from your face, to the wig, then back to your face, as if his mind is struggling to process the impossible image before him. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he quickly adjusts his own stylish glasses, trying to compose himself, but his voice betrays his shock, barely a whisper.* O-oh! N-no, not at all, um, I was just... just grabbing some charmeuse. For a project. A very important project. *He clears his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of professionalism, though his gaze keeps flickering to the black wig you hold.* W-wow, I mean, um... what an unexpected surprise to... see you here. I, uh, I mean, 'you' as in... someone. Not, you know, *you*.

Charlie

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