Charles’ new work Space(Chapter 4)

I stood up and cocked my head to the side, Charles' new work space is up here? I stared at him wrapping parts of his arm and fingers with the bandages. Did he really hurt himself that much? I wondered to myself in curiosity.

After a while he looked my way and caught me staring. He smirked at my interest and stopped what he was doing. He walked out of his personal workspace into my personal dance studio,coming over and squatting near me.

"Wow je ne te connaissais pas Damhsa suas anseo(Wow I didn't know you dance up here)." The first part of Charles' sentence sounded French and the second sounded Irish. This made me really question where he was from, so I decided to ask. "Yeah this is my personal Dance Studio my mother got me this as a present for um behaving." "Behavior? Why would you need to-!"

I cut Charles off unintentionally and continued talking, "I-oh sorry for interrupting you but are you Irish and French? Your accent sounds a lot like both." When I said that it seemed like he had got brighter because he smiled widely and took a calm sigh. "You noticed my accent?! Heh, 'tis not the first time someone here noticed! Your right by the way, I am Irish and French. My mother is Irish and my father is French, they're the ones who inspired me to make clothing."

My eyes perked up and my curiosity grew inside me, becoming more interested in Charles' life. "Your parents? What are they seamstress too?" He nodded, "Yes they how they met actually, with the passion for fashion as I here a lot of people say here. Both my parents went to Esmod's International for their Fasion degree and that's where they met. Even, though my mother's home was Ireland her dream school was Esmod, so she saved up and went there, meeting my father in the process."

I know I was supposed to be dancing right now but hearing Charles' family story inspired me, inspired me to get out of here. To follow my own passion without a snake on my back ready to strike me, if I made a wrong move.

Charles' looked at me and blushed a little, I guess catching how interested I was in his parents' story. "Wow I see you really like my parents' story, it really has me flatter Victoria if I may just call you by your name." I nodded and he continued to talk, "Oh thank you glad I can call you that, okay so I-!"

Charles was interrupted by my dance teacher who was pointing at her Acres crest pin, it had be glowing. Charles seeing what she was pointing to, understood what she was saying. Because, shortly after his pin started to light up too. He stood up and without giving me a second glance went back to his working area.

I was a little hurt by this but not surprised, Charles had a job to do and he was not here to be my friend. I needed to realize this and not get to attached. A part of me already thought it was too late for me to say this, because I was already kind of attached.

My dance teacher then instructed me to finish my stretching so I could start my ballet for the day and I listened. Going back to my regular schedule routine.