Charlie made his way back to the library. It seemed for a kid who was sort of glad to be out of school, he was spending a lot of time in the library. He would have rather spent more time playing the sax he had found but the library was just as good a meeting place as any. And besides, it had some amazing poetry books.
Charlie spotted the other youth and approached him, a cheeky smile playing on his face. "So you wanted to talk somewhere a bit more private?" he asked him, cocking his head to the side slightly. "I'm Charlie" he said, offering the boy a hand.