"... Azariah."
As soon as I walked out of the principal's office, a familiar voice called my name, making me look at her.
Wearing the academic uniform—a plain white shirt with a navy blue blazer and an abalone-colored skirt.
My sister stood in front of me with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
"... Anything I can help you with?" I asked sternly, walking closer to her.
"...I am sorry." She apologized, her purple eyes softening as she passed the bouquet to me.
"...Why this?" I asked, looking at the tricolored bouquet she tried to pass to me.
"...You like them, don't you?" She inquired, her eyes blinking in confusion.
"...Right." I mumbled, taking the bouquet from her, "...If that's all then I will see you later."
"...Wait! Azariah." Grabbing my hand, she exclaimed, making me halt my steps.
"...What?" I asked, not trying to hide my annoyance.
"...Can we talk?" She whispered softly, her voice close to pleading.
