As he walked away, Maud couldn't help but wonder if she had just imagined the whole thing. But as she looked down at her sketchbook, still clutched in her hands, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had seen a different side of him. A side she wasn't sure she understood yet.
From that day on, the boy kept his distance, but Maud noticed he would occasionally glance at her during class, a look of curiosity in his eyes. And she, in turn, found herself drawing him, trying to capture the complexity of his expression. maud prise derriere l-ecole
"Those are really good," he said, surprisingly. For a moment, his eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of genuine interest. As he walked away, Maud couldn't help but