Oh. Charlotte suddenly understood why the fuss over this new guy was even worse than usual. When they'd been told that he was an international transfer student, everyone had just assumed that he was Canadian or something. But no, he was definitely British, with the sort of accent that would make most American women go weak in the knees. Something told that he was definitely going to be popular here; with the girls, at any rate. And a select few of the guys.<br/><br/>As for Charlotte herself, it wasn't like she was crushing on the guy or anything, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she took in having a cute British guy smile at her and compliment her name. "Here, let me see your schedule," she said, shifting her binders into the crook of one arm and accepting the piece of paper when he offered. "It looks like you have... Government next period! Hey, me too!" She handed the paper back, then stepped back, patiently waiting for him to gather his things. As he stood and they approached the door and entered the crowded hallway, she continued to speak. "It's right down the hall. One of the cool things about a school this size is that most classes are really close. In fact, all core classes for seniors are on this floor. Electives and stuff are more spread out, though. I can show you around during lunch period, if you'd like?"<br/><br/>After she finished, she looked over at him, trying to assure that she wasn't making him uncomfortable. Her close friends always advised her to scale the friendliness back a bit when meeting people for the first time, because it could come off as overbearing to a person who wasn't used to it. Because her job was to make his adjustment easier, she'd feel really bad if she was making things worse for him, instead.