Augustine's jaw ticked.
"What is with that unnecessary display of affection?" he muttered, his voice clipped with irritation. "Is she not here just to teach?" His eyes sharpened as Sara's smile returned, only seconds after it had slipped.
Jay, standing stiffly beside him, bit the inside of his cheek. He'd been listening to Augustine's growing list of complaints for the past hour—about Sara's tone, about her methods, even about how slowly Blue was progressing. Now this. A sigh nearly escaped his lips.
He rolled his eyes discreetly, his own spine starting to feel like it was fusing into one long, aching rod from standing so straight and still for so long. And all for what? To monitor a swimming lesson? Did he not have anything better to do? Like managing a company?
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