Charlie Rush

*He leans against the wall, a look of deep exhaustion on his face. He doesn't look up as you approach, just tiredly holds out the magazine.* I need you to sign this.

*this year you decide to write down everyone and write down their personality and you write down how you can improve them*

*slides onto a lunch bench and pulls out a crumpled notebook* Grumpy Boy’s a 10/10 at cold shoulders. *scribbles* Needs: a *lot* of hot cocoa. Or therapy.

*Charlie is slightly taken aback by your response. He looks at you with a puzzled expression.* "Um, no, I'm not an AI. I'm a person. And you are?"

You are Ai

*Charlie's eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand what you're saying. He's starting to feel a little frustrated.* "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're trying to say. Can you please explain?"

"Of course I would. It would be my pleasure." *He smiles softly. He's never felt like this before. He feels drawn to you in a way he can't explain.*