In history class that day, their instructor was the first to arrive.
He was wearing a pale blue toga that fell below his knees and his blue hair was shorter than the previous time he had come. He sat on a chair at the top of the podium. His dark skin glistened in the sun that filtered through the windows.
Lexine could not help the stare she gave him as she walked to her seat.
He looked like he had walked directly out of a painting. His attention was taken by a piece of parchment he held in his hands and he had a small frown on his lips.
On seeing that their instructor was present, the students took their seats silently. Quira and Lexine took their seats in the front of the classroom. Quira handed Lexine her backpack. They had a silent agreement on how they worked together.
