Charlotte was still searching for a place to stay, his mind sharp and determined. Every alley and street corner passed through his eyes with caution. It wasn't just about finding a roof—it was about safety, about a place where both he and Louis could rest without fear.
Louis watched him with a mixture of gratitude and awe. The city's morning haze lingered in the air, carrying scents of baking bread and distant smoke.
Louis: Thank you, Charlotte.
Charlotte: Don't mention it.
Louis hesitated for a moment, then asked, voice tinged with curiosity.
Louis: So… where exactly is the workplace?
Charlotte: It's far. Walking would take an hour, but if we hurry, we can reach it in half an hour.
Excitement and urgency sparked in Louis' eyes.
Louis: Alright, let's go then!
Charlotte: Now?
Louis: Yes! Let's run—every minute counts!
Charlotte: Okay! Follow me this way!
They sprinted down the cobblestone streets, the sound of their feet echoing off the brick walls. Charlotte's heart raced, not just from running, but from the responsibility weighing on him. Every shadow seemed a potential danger. After half an hour, they reached the small, somewhat worn building. Charlotte paused, catching his breath, then knocked firmly.
Charlotte: Hello, Mr. Dims. I'm coming in.
Mr. Dims: Ah, Charlotte! But today is a holiday…
Charlotte: I know, but my friend Louis wants to work with us.
Mr. Dims: Ah… hello, Louis. Normally, I don't accept anyone, but for Charlotte… alright. You can work with us.
Louis' face lit up with pure, uncontainable joy.
Louis (happily): Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Dims!
Mr. Dims: You're welcome. Tomorrow will be your first day. Work starts at seven in the morning.
Louis: Got it, Mr. Dims.
They stepped outside, the morning sun casting long shadows across the street.
Louis: Thank you so much, Charlotte.
Charlotte: Don't thank me. You're like a brother to me now.
Louis: And you too, Charlotte.
A brief pause settled between them, the kind of silence that carried thoughts unspoken.