“Are you good?” Charles asked, stretching his hand towards her.
“That's the second time in a short period you've been pushed down,” he added as she grabbed his hand.
“Yeah,” Antonia answered, her focus on the back of the culprit who disappeared into a corner.
It was too early to decide if that was Evans, but deep down, she had a feeling it was him.
Dusting herself, she turned to look at Charles, “Did you see who that was?”
“Not at all.” He answered, arms crossed against his chest as he gave her a long look.
“What?”
“You weren't focused on where you were going, Anton,”
“So? That doesn't mean it was my fault!” She defended, her voice rising.
“Anton…” Charles started, releasing a sigh.
“We need to go right now.” Tim cut in. “Instructor Sam doesn't condone lateness,”
At his word
