Dean Sanchez blinked, clearly taken aback by her presence. For a moment, he looked almost star-struck, his eyes lingering on Miss Claire. It wasn't until Mrs. Dugarte cleared her throat that he snapped out of his daze.
"Good morning, Dean Sanchez," Mrs. Dugarte greeted with a cool smile. "You seem well."
The Dean laughed awkwardly. "It's always a pleasure to see you Mrs. Dugarte," he replied, his forced smile never wavering. "But really, there was no need for you to come. I was just finishing up with the boys here, saying the matter would be resolved if both parties agreed to pay for the damage to school property."
"Both?" Mrs. Dugarte's voice turned sharp as her green eyes flicked toward Don. A flash of disgust crossed her face before she quickly looked away, focusing once more on Starboy. "Timothy, stand."
