Viktor stood in front of Charlotte's chamber with a tray filled with different fruits as he knocked on the door. At first, there was no response, but on the second knock, the door creaked open with Charlotte peeking her head out. A look of surprise covered her face when she saw him.
"Oh… Viktor, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?" she questioned, still sticking her head out between the little gap of the door and its frame.
"Let's have fruits together. I need company," he replied.
"Oh," she brushed strands of hair from her face.
Viktor arched his brow at her. "Are you busy with something? I can leave if..."
"No, no, not at all. I was just… writing." She opened the door wider, pulling her robe tightly around herself with her arms crossed over her chest. "You can come in."
