“I don’t wanna go back to Paris…” Sounding too much like a stubborn child, the raven-haired Prince sighed heavily, body exhausted from all those trips, and even though they had given him some info about the Hubert’s past, it was very tiresome. With eyes burning from all the reading, and arms resting over the wooden table of the public library, almost as if he was too weak to lift them, soon enough, he gave up, letting his head fall down.
“Hey.” Summer put her hand on the guy’s shoulder and shook slightly. “Hey. Are you okay?” He was at one of those tables way off in the back, and nobody else was around. She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, putting her chin on her hands on the tabletop and peering up through his arms.
