C1 New Boy Alex

As he takes a seat, eyes from all directions lock onto him, captivated by the enigma that just settled in their midst.As the college doors swung open, a magnetic presence entered. Heads turned as the charismatic newcomer, with tousled hair and a confident swagger, effortlessly navigated through the crowd. Whispers of admiration followed him like a shadow, earning him the reputation of a handsome playboy.

New guy walks in, total heartthrob. People can't help but stare as he struts through, dressed to impress. Got this mysterious vibe, like he's got a million stories. College is buzzing, wondering what he's all about.The lecturer strides in, quelling the commotion caused by the intense gazes. Whispers among the guys begins, talking about the new guy who's already stirred up quite a stir.

"Be quite everyone."The lecturer said stopping the uproar.

"Class, we have a new face joining us today. Please welcome Mr. Jameson." The lecturer said.

"Hi,everyone. Nice to meet y'all."

Whispers ripple through the room.

Omg!! Jameson? He's seriously cute."a female student said

"Totally! We need to find a way to get his attention."

"Hi mister jameson. Welcome to our midst."The girls says

The guys at the back sit are fumming seriously about this new comer

"The girls are going crazy for him dude."

"Isn't that your girl,Tyler?"one said

"She's falling head over heels for this new guy."

"This guy is beginning to be a pain in our asses.We need to show him his place."

"Yeah!!we really do."

"Ohkkk!!that's enough. Open you textbook to page 47." The lecturer said.

*****

After Class, Alex notices Charlotte a beautiful Student who happens to look like a girl he knows. Alex casually strolls up to Charlotte after the lecture, his charm in full swing.

"Hey, Charlotte, right? Mind if I join you?"

"Sure, go ahead." She says without looking up

"I couldn't help but notice you weren't paying attention in class, Everything okay?"

"Just a lot on my mind, you know."

"I get that. Anything specific bothering you?"

"It's nothing, really. Just trying to stay focused. Excuse me,Mr jameson."

"Of course. Alex. Call me Alex."

"Hmmmm!!"

*********

As Charlotte walks home, she can't seem to shake off the weight on her shoulders. In the kitchen, clattering dishes Mia enters.

"Hey, Charlotte. How was your day?"Mia asks

"Same old, you know. Just trying to keep up."Charlotte says

"I get it. Aunt Lisa's been bugging about the dishes. What's really bothering you Charlotte, is it about Dad?"

" I Just miss Dad, Mia. It's tough."

"I get it Charlotte. I really miss him too."

Aunt Lysa storms in, with frustration written on her face

"Ugh, work was a nightmare today. My boss is impossible, and the car broke down again!"

"What! Again? How many times has it been this week?"

"I've lost count. It's like the car has a personal vendetta against me. And don't get me started on my boss"

"Sounds rough, Aunt Lysa. Maybe things will get better"

"I hope so. But enough about me. How are you two holding up?"

"Okay, today is tough. It's been three months since Dad..."

"I know, sweetheart. We all miss him. It's hard to believe it's been that long."

"And it's frustrating not knowing why the accident happened in the first place. The car flipped, and it just doesn't make sense."

"I wish we had more answers. Losing him like that was just unfair."

"Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever find out what really happened."

"I share your frustration, but dwelling on it won't bring him back. Let's remember the good times we had with your dad."

"Right Charlotte?"

By that time Hot tears as begin to drop from Charlotte's eyes who backs them while washing the dishes.

"You okay, Char?"

Charlotte nodding, voice shaky "Yeah, just... it's hitting me today. I think visiting his favorite spot will be a beautiful way to remember him."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Aunt Lysa placing a comforting hand on Charlotte's shoulder "We'll get through this together, one day at a time."

"I hope so."

"So what do we have for lunch?"

"Dad's favourite meal,I guess."

******

In the the parking lot, Charlotte and Aunt Lysa spread out a picnic blanket, surrounded by the serenity of our Dad's favorite spot. We share fond memories while savoring his cherished meal.

Remember the time dad brought us here for a surprise picnic?"

Yeah, he loved the simplicity of moments like these." My sister says with tears in her eyes

They unwrap the meal, each dish a tribute to our Dad's favorites

"This tastes just like the meals he used to cook. It's comforting."Mia says

"He's with us in every bite, every shared story."Aunt lyrsa says.

As the sun began to set, we begin to reminisce on our dad's old memories

"Remember the time he to told me to play that old guitar?" I said to my sister

"He was convinced you were pretending"

"Hahaha!!he really was Funny"

As memories flowed effortlessly. An elderly couple nearby, strangers who had overheard their conversation, joined in with tales of their own lost of cherished loved ones. The parking lot became a gathering of shared grief and shared love.

"He may not be physically here, but his spirit is creating connections." Aunt Lysa says

In the evening,we packed up what was left of the picnic with smiles on our faces and went home