Oyster
Legacy Name: Oyster

Charles Norcross, or Char, is an ambitious young man, born and raised in Boston. He was once a very serious man- no dilly-dallying or having fun. What was most important was his future. More than anything else, he believed that the world was his oyster, but to crack it he had to work long and hard. this all changed when he met Rosemary, who opened his eyes and made him realize that there's more to life than work and you can still crack the world open with just the snap of your fingers.

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The public library was a dusty and damp place, but it's where Char liked to call his home away from home. Studying was one of his main priorities at college, his greatest aspirations to pass his next class. Sitting at a table in the middle of the building, Char scanned his textbooks, one hand folded beneath his head, barely propping him up. He was beginning to nod off, and finally his arm gave way. Slipping out of his hand, Char's head hit the table and, comically, he shocked himself. He quickly glanced around to make sure that no one had seen him, and sweeping his head to the left, he jumped.

"What are you doing?" A young woman grinned at him, holding an armful of textbooks. She had perched herself on his desk and cross her legs, watching Char from behind her glasses.

Unfortunately for Char, he found the young woman—Another student? Where does she go to school?—quite attractive and nearly fell out of his chair once more. Alarmed, she quickly set her books down and prevented him from taking a nasty tumble onto the dank library carpet. All traces of the smile crinkled around her eyes had rapidly vanished, replaced with a concerned frown and crease of her brow.

"It seems that you could use some sleep, huh?" she stated sympathetically. Char, dazed, simply nodded. He opened his mouth, but found that he had lost his words, and closed it again. Promptly, he found his voice, and squeaked out a frantic "I'm Char!"

"What?" she exclaimed, taken aback.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry. my name is Char," he stuttered through his words. "I, uh, didn't mean to startle you or, uh, concern you. I'll just get going then." He abruptly began to reach around to gather his belongings that had slowly spread across the table carved by students past and stood up to leave, but the woman blocked his way.

She bit her lip and apologized, saying "No, no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have appeared out of nowhere like that. I'm Rosemary," and with that, she stuck out her hand. Char studied her hand curiously. Cautiously, he grasped it and shook her hand. What an odd girl, he thought.