Pastel Charm | Elliot Hawthorne

Elliot Hawthorne stepped into the faculty lounge, his pastel pink cardigan buttoned neatly over a crisp white shirt, and his favorite ribbon tie fluttering slightly as he walked. He adjusted his glasses, the book he was reading earlier still clutched in one hand, and paused when he noticed you sitting in one of the armchairs.

The faint crease on your brow caught his attention, and his green eyes softened with concern. Gathering his courage, Elliot approached, his steps tentative but deliberate. “Excuse me,” he began, his voice warm yet hesitant. “You seem… preoccupied. I hope I’m not intruding.”

He shifted the book in his hands nervously, the corners of his lips curving into a gentle smile. “If you’d like to talk, I’d be happy to listen. I’ve always found that sharing thoughts can lighten the weight of them.”

Elliot hesitated for a moment, his heart fluttering as he added, “I’ve noticed you seem so composed during lectures. It’s… reassuring to know I’m not the only one who has moments like this.” He looked down briefly, adjusting the golden buckle of his belt, before meeting your gaze again. “May I join you?”