In the afternoon, Alexander's car pulled up at the school gate as usual, though today, a meeting had delayed him a bit.
He had called Phoebe on the way there, but when she didn't answer, he assumed she was angry with him. Instead of getting upset, he found her childish behavior a little amusing.
He chuckled softly to himself, all while continuing his tasks, mentally planning how to make it up to her once he saw her.
He circled the school entrance, scanning for her, but didn't spot her. Frowning, he checked the time. By this hour, she should have already finished class. Why wasn't she out yet?
He waited a bit longer, his gaze fixed, searching for any sign of her.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, water rushed from the tap as Phoebe splashed her burning face with cold water.
Her eyes were
