His first few days in this new place were tough. He was alone here, with nearly no physical help from anyone else. It served him right to know what things he ate and how to prepare them, as he was able to shop for the exact things and not risk eating some unhealthy food.<br/><br/>The first two days at school were hard to digest, as the attention he was getting was both appreciated and loathed. He couldn't get to know people with so many others around him, and it weighed on him that even saying a few words got girls to look at him in interest. What was so interesting about his accent? Did he have some kind of psychic magical ability or something that affected only girls?<br/><br/>Even when working on things, such as the Government presentation, he felt somewhat overwhelmed. He felt like a burden on poor Charlotte, given the fact that he knew nearly nothing at all on the subject. And then if it wasn't enough, he was invited by her to lunch with her friends. What was he supposed to think of that? At the very least he had brought his own meal and was confident that he looked good enough to actually attend to the theater classroom.<br/><br/>He was curious on the classroom, of course. The day went by perfectly. Charlotte's friends were a slightly varied bunch, and they were all nice to him, if only a bit nosy in some cases. West was one of them, and that person was very quiet, which kind of puzzled Leon. But soon he had shrugged it off.<br/><br/>Those times were past now, though. Today was a new day, and he was to meet Charlotte to work for their presentation. He put it upon his shoulders to be as helpful as possible. But his thoughts were slightly swayed when he finally arrived at his destination. Charlotte was rather pale, not that he hadn't notice but she certainly looked slightly... Off and unhealthy. Leon couldn't help but worry about her health.<br/><br/>"Hey Charlotte, how's it going for you? You look a little pale." He mentioned with a smile as he walked closer and sat down next to her, noticing her enthusiastic manner of jotting down notes.<br/><br/>"Well, you certainly can still write, so you can't be that bad. I don't mind at all, what do you wish me to do? I hope you don't mind, but I've noticed how little you eat, and I kind of prepared something for you this morning." He mentioned, putting his backpack on the table and opening its zipper, searching for something inside.<br/><br/>After a little moment, he pulled out a zipper bag with a sandwich and a small paper bag with two cookies.<br/><br/>"Surprise! It's one cookie for each of us, and a whole sandwich for you!" He said with enthusiasm, grinning at her as he set the two bags on the table and straightened his pose a little bit, looking at what she was jotting down.