The brow twitched, and Flossie Wright hastily scanned through the notes before flipping to a blank page.
"Hey, your notes got lost."
"Hmm."
Sandy Cruz responded indifferently, seemingly unfazed.
Lost meant lost; he had no desire for Flossie Wright to keep them safe.
Just looking at them was annoying.
Flossie Wright chuckled lightly, shaking her head, and was about to pick up her pen to listen to the lecture when she caught a glimpse of someone sitting not far behind them out of the corner of her eye.
Mariana Buck.
When their eyes met, Mariana was looking at them.
But in less than a second, she withdrew her gaze coldly.
Thinking it over, Flossie Wright leaned closer to Sandy Cruz, but as soon as she turned her head, she saw a face full of disgust.
"..."
The corner of Flossie Wright's mouth twitched slightly.
However, quickly after, Flossie Wright moved closer again, her pen spinning between her fingers, whizzing through the air and stirring up gusts of cool breeze.
