EVA LEVESQUE
“Need help?” Flynn asked, his face blocking my view at the stairs of the train. I was struggling with my briefcase that has all of my personal stuff in it. He continued to face me while walking backward, his stupid grin never disappearing.
“Oof.” He accidentally bumped into one of the students. He smiled then apologized. I squinted my eyes at him and sighed, this boy is really something else, something I am not used to.
He lifted the strap of his backpack and fixed it on one of his shoulders then continued to walk backward while smiling at me. His blue eyes glowed with excitement and curiosity.
“Watch where you’re walking Flynn,” I scolded him. “And stop bumping into people, it’s embarrassing.”
“But I just want to help you,” he reasoned. “You look like you’re having a ha
