"Charlotte." Charlotte nearly danced on Malik's arm.
"A lovely name. Might I ask where--"
Frustrated, Malik turned to the slope towards the Cathedral, no longer caring whether they followed him or not, or what they said to each other. But Charlotte was still attached and wouldn't quite let him go. He found she jerked him when she tried.
"And just where are you going?" she demanded.
Malik pointed up to the Cathedral, to one of the white spires. "There. Otherwise, I'm going to be late, and so are you."
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