After grabbing their coffee, they went to the sun deck and sat across the railings. Ave could feel an intense awkwardness gliding through the surroundings around them. She had made coffee for Xavier too. It was actually not even a big deal. She was just playing around. After bugging him for a while, she would have agreed eventually. He didn’t really have to offer her the classes in exchange for a cup of coffee.
Maybe, he was truly nuts. Or else, teaching such things was not a big deal for him. He could be a professional too.
Peter studied his best friend's face. It was as empty as a white page. To be exact, she wasn't readable enough for him. Shifting his awareness to Xavier, he became more confused. If Ave wasn't readable enough, he was worse than that. He had no expression on his face
