After school.
At Elena's request to spare a bit of time, I found myself sitting across from her in a small café tucked inside the Academy grounds. The faint aroma of roasted beans filled the air, and the chatter of other students served as a soft backdrop.
"I'm sorry for deciding on my own…" she said suddenly, her voice low but sincere.
"No, there's no need to apologize," I replied, waving a hand lightly.
Elena's eyes were full of guilt as she fidgeted with her teacup. I hadn't expected her to take the vice representative decision so seriously.
Honestly, it wasn't a big deal.
Sure, I hadn't planned on becoming vice representative—but it wasn't necessarily a bad outcome either.
In fact, if I thought about it logically, it could even be useful.
