Hera sat with her cousin Abby during breakfast and ignored when Hunter and his friends entered the dining hall. Already dressed in his uniform, he seemed grumpy as he walked with his hands resting inside his pants pockets. His hair tied into a ponytail looked messy, the unruly strands falling out of the band here and there. Their eyes met, and Hera rolled her eyes when Hunter glared at her.
She knew it would take time for Hunter's temper to cool down whenever he got angry. Over the years, she had learnt how to handle him in such situations. The only way it would work was to give him the silent treatment. Hunter hated Hera's silence. He would go crazy whenever she stopped responding to him.
It was the best punishment to bring him to his senses.
