A sharp whistle cut through the air just as Noah left the training facility. Before he could fully turn, a familiar figure practically launched herself at him, slender arms wrapping around his neck as soft lips claimed his. The scent of expensive perfume – something floral and likely worth more than his monthly allowance – filled his senses.
"Sophie," he managed when she finally let him breathe, very aware of the stares they were attracting. "Hi."
Sophie Reign, third-year elite and apparently allergic to subtlety, grinned up at him. "What took you so long? I've been waiting forever." She pouted, still pressed against him in a way that made discretion impossible. "No classes today, and I was so bored."
"Sorry," Noah said, gently attempting to create some space between them. Not that Sophie allowed much. "The simulation ran longer than expected."
"I'm hungry," she announced, fingers playing with the collar of his uniform. "Feed me?"
