"He won't call you again," Dante said calmly as he returned to his seat, holding out Alina's phone.
"Really? What did you say to him?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
"Nothing," Dante replied, his crimson eyes sliding toward the clouds outside as if the matter did not deserve another word.
Alina blinked, confused, but she didn't press further.
Their moment was cut short when a familiar voice burst in from behind. "Principal!" Drake's head popped up, his wings half-sprung as he hovered awkwardly in his half-form.
Dante didn't even look startled at the sudden intrusion. His cold eyes only shifted to the little dragon. "What?"
"Did you prepare snacks for us?" Drake asked with starry eyes, bouncing with excitement.
"No," Dante answered flatly.
Drake gasped dramatically, his mouth opening so wide that even Alina had to bite back a laugh. One minute later, the little troublemaker returned, this time dragging Lucien with him.
