Nova walked down the hallway with purpose, her steps firm as she moved past the familiar surroundings. She glanced at her phone, Bentley’s name flashing across the screen, but before she could respond, a voice stopped her in her tracks.
But before she could even open the text, a voice called out to her.
"Nova. Wait."
She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Castiel’s voice had an edge she recognized all too well—soft, almost charming, but laced with insistence. Nova kept walking, her eyes locked ahead, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her attention. She wasn't in the mood to deal with him. She didn't want any trouble. And as a matter of fact, she decided that she wasn't going to speak to him again but here he was.
"Nova, please. Can we talk?" Castiel’s voice came close
