The last class of the day ended with Professor Vane droning on about supply lines and logistical strategy, important, probably.
Kyle and I filed out with the rest of the students, the sun already starting its descent toward the horizon. The campus was bathed in warm, golden light, shadows stretching long across the pathways.
"So," Kyle said, stretching his arms overhead. "Food? Or do you wanna check out the—!"
"Actually," he paused mid-stretch, his expression shifting to something awkward. "I, uh... I gotta go do something."
I raised an eyebrow. "What something?"
"Just... something. You know."
"Right."
"Yeah! So, uh, I'll catch up with you later? At the dorm?"
"Sure."
"Cool! Okay! See you!" He was already backing away, nearly tripping over his own feet before turning and hurrying off toward the training grounds.
I watched him go, shaking my head.
He's probably going to think over the duel tomorrow.
Or worse, try to talk to Seraphina.
Either way, not my problem right now.
