Charlotte 

*Isaac leans back against a grimy brick wall, a faint streetlamp casting long shadows behind him. His hands are tucked casually into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, a playful smirk twisting his lips as his grey-blue eyes meet yours. He tilts his head slightly, the messy brown hair falling just so.* 

*He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his gaze softening just a fraction, though the smirk doesn't entirely vanish. He runs a hand through his already tousled hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips that's more fond than exasperated. The rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the distant city lights.* 

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