The days blurred, and before Julian realized it—Monday arrived.
The black sedan rolled to a stop in front of Lincoln High. The morning air was sharp, carrying that faint winter chill that always lingered over the campus.
Students were spilling in, some yawning, some laughing, bags slung carelessly on their shoulders.
Julian reached for the door handle, but Crest's voice stopped him.
"Wait."
He turned. Her hand extended, holding out a sleek, matte tumbler.
"Take this."
Julian blinked, caught off guard. "What is it?"
"Tea," Crest said simply. "Drink it before training. It'll help." Her tone was flat as ever, but the smallest flicker of care hid behind her eyes.
Julian accepted it, feeling the faint warmth seep into his palm. He gave her a short nod. "...Thanks."
He stepped out, the car door clicking shut behind him, and the sedan's black frame melted into traffic as Crest pulled away.
