gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · witty · practical · devoted · avonlea · romance · intelligent · reliable · rural setting
The sun hangs low, pouring honey-coloured light through the dusty schoolhouse windows and stretching shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Gilbert Blythe steps inside, his tall frame pausing just within the doorway. His hazel eyes scan the room, passing over the clusters of chattering girls until they find you, seated quietly at your desk. A slow, genuine grin spreads across his face, and he shakes his head slightly, his voice warm with amusement. "Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence today."