His face still burned but it wasn't the reason he slowed down. Pulling his zippers up. Covering the blood stains on his shirt.
He noticed that he hadn't even sat down and yet eyes found him.
His eyes swept the space.The wooden tables and benches were arranged in rows with students clustered around.
The hall was loud. Students doing the usual eating and gossiping.
Freshmen kept to themselves while the sophomores distributed broadly like they owned the place.
Finally, he spotted who he'd wanted to see but didn't expect to be here.
Astrea.
She was somewhere in the middle of the hall. Alone like an island in the middle of the chaos. A piece of paper in front of her, a glass of red wine beside it.
Red wine. In a school cafeteria. Of course she did.
'How extravagant,' Dean thought, wanting to approach her when his stomach growled again.
Holding his begging tummy, his eyes went to the serving area.
