Schedules picked up. Gossip slithered back to its usual corners. Everyone returned to pretending like nothing ever happened.
Although, for the entire day, the bitch hadn't even noticed her at all.
"Is something wrong with Sera?" Beatrice asked, eyeing her over her milk carton.
"Not really..." Verena shrugged.
"Did you do something to her?"
"Why would you assume that?"
"Well... walk towards her, then."
Verena raised a brow. Child's play.
She strolled confidently toward Sera, tray in hand, hair catching the light like she was in a shampoo commercial. No big deal.
Sera, meanwhile, was in line, aggressively piling rice like it had personally offended her. The moment she spotted Verena approaching, her spoon froze mid-air.
Why is she walking like that? What is she, a fashion model in a rice queue?!
"Morning," Verena said sweetly, plucking a boiled egg from the tray like a queen choosing jewels.
Sera made a weird noise. "I—YOU—GET AWAY FROM ME!"
