"What's that supposed to mean? I'm trying to help her! Are you seriously taking her side?"
Selene looked outraged, staring Julian down, demanding an explanation.
Julian was visibly uncomfortable.
He could hardly tell Selene, in front of everyone, that she had no idea what she was looking at.
But before long, Selene's attention shifted.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the hallway—gold-rimmed glasses, an unmistakable air of academia.
Selene gasped, covering her mouth.
"Julian! That's Professor Ashford! He's the top scholar in our entire department!
She grabbed Julian's arm, frantically smoothing down her own clothes.
Even Julian, usually so composed, looked starstruck.
I glanced over, then looked away.
"Is it really that exciting?"
Selene whipped around, irritated.
"You're
