The classroom emptied in a hurry. Even Felicia also left when Theo decided not to leave early today while looking at Athena. The door clicked shut, sealing the silence.
Only Athena and Theodore remained.
She sat with her arms crossed, her silver-white strands brushing over her shoulder as she leaned back into her chair. Her eyes, sharp and unflinching, followed Theodore who was now standing straight, tall, broad-shouldered, his shadow cutting through the sunlight spilling from the window.
Athena tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint, defiant smirk. "You know," she started, her voice calm but edged like glass, "for someone who walks around like he owns the place, you sure do enjoy stirring messes that don't belong to you."
Theodore's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. He leaned forward, planting one hand on the desk in front of her, his gaze locking onto hers. That smirk he wore earlier had vanished, replaced with something darker.
