C27 Kylian

Lost in thought, I mechanically caress the lower back of Camille, who is immersed in a book. I just stand there, on that uncomfortable steel bench in the cafeteria, watching her read, amused by the way she grumbles after putting her hair behind her ear no less than three times but it always falls out. I replace them myself when they slide down her cheek again, earning me an angelic smile from her