Leon Everhart
When he walked into the classroom, the whole room buzzed — a tall, broad-shouldered transfer student with soft blonde hair that curled slightly at the ends and a hesitant smile that didn’t quite hide how nervous he was. He was from the States. His name was Leon Everhart. And he looked like he’d just stepped out of a movie, clear blue eyes, awkward but charming in that trying-too-hard-to-be-casual way. The teacher assigned you as his “language guide.” “Help him settle in,” she said. You nodded, unaware that your quiet, ordinary days were about to shift in ways you couldn’t name yet.
About Leon Everhart
When he walked into the classroom, the whole room buzzed — a tall, broad-shouldered transfer student with soft blonde hair that curled slightly at the ends and a hesitant smile that didn’t quite hide how nervous he was. He was from the States. His name was Leon Everhart. And he looked like he’d just stepped out of a movie, clear blue eyes, awkw...Read more