Ollie didn't see him coming.
Which was intentional—because Kyle made sure of it.
He figured Ollie must still be inside taking the exam, and the last thing he wanted was to distract him or anyone else by striding in like a delinquent. So Kyle waited silently by the side corridor, out of sight but not out of range.
But from his vantage point, he could see Ollie clearly.
And what a sight it was.
Ollie looked impossibly serious. His posture was sharp, determined. His hair was an absolute disaster, like he'd stuck his head into a wind tunnel of regret, and yet his signature hair antenna stood tall, defiant, proud, as if ready to attack.
Kyle watched, breath held.
Even with dark circles and the look of someone two questions away from a breakdown, Ollie still looked radiant. Positively glowing.
Just how much spiritual water did he drink to look like a beacon?
And the adjutant felt his heart clench. He's really working hard…and when he's like this, he's just irresistible.
