The rest area was quiet now, the remnants of the earlier chaos lingering like smoke in the air. I stood there, arms crossed, replaying the absurdity of what had just unfolded.
Rhiannon's panicked retreat, the way she'd stumbled into a wall before practically sprinting out of the room, was still fresh in my mind. Could someone be that chaotic just to get up or is she that affraid of me.
A rare smile tugged at my lips, surprising even myself. It wasn't often I found something amusing enough to laugh about, let alone something—or someone—that managed to catch me off guard.
"Cute," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. It wasn't like me to indulge in moments like this, and I quickly reminded myself why.
Rhiannon had been cute, sure, but she was also a student—and more than that, she was the one who'd walked out on me after that night. That one, unforgettable night.
