Pretending she wasn't interested, Hera walked to the window and tried to ignore her friends. She looked at the empty fields trying to distract her mind, but she couldn't tune out their voices no matter how much she tried. It's Hunter they're talking about, after all.
"He has a motorbike all right," Celine started. Hera silently listened while Adelaide squealed with excitement. "And the trademark leather jacket all the bad boys are supposed to possess. Like a typical bad boy, he secretly goes to nightclubs. Fighting and racing are his hobbies. If you provoke him, he could be dangerous. He breaks all the rules all the time, and nobody dares to mess with him," Celine continued, and Hera scorned at her way of describing.
She'd made him seem like a superhero. She wasn't depicting him as a bad influence at all, as though she was talking about a knight in shining armour.
