As she sat on a bench, pencil in hand, lost in her art, she didn't notice him approaching. A boy from her class, known more for his mischief than his kindness, had been watching her from afar. He had a reputation for playing pranks on his classmates and often found amusement in making others uncomfortable.
"Maud, what are you doing all alone here?" he asked, his voice low and slightly menacing. maud prise derriere l-ecole
"Those are really good," he said, surprisingly. For a moment, his eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of genuine interest. As she sat on a bench, pencil in
Maud tightened her grip on her book, feeling a surge of protectiveness. "No, I don't think so," she said, trying to stand up. "Maud, what are you doing all alone here
As he walked away, Maud couldn't help but wonder if she had just imagined the whole thing. But as she looked down at her sketchbook, still clutched in her hands, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had seen a different side of him. A side she wasn't sure she understood yet.