"Oh, my heart's racing a million miles a minute just thinking about what the master might bestow upon this humble student! So, master, tell me—have I impressed you?" He said, bringing his fisted hands together in a playful bow, his voice laced with a faux Kungfu accent.
Anna couldn't help but giggle, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave him a mock-serious look.
"Well, this student…" She paused, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips, her hands tucked behind her back.
The dramatic tension built as she let the silence linger, making sure her pupil was hanging on every word.
"This pupil has earned a solid sixty from his master," Anna added, watching Truce's face fall as he pouted in disappointment, clearly expecting a much higher score.
Truce blinked, then, trying to confirm his fate, muttered, "Over a hundred?"
Anna chuckled, shaking her head.
