"Shhh!" Lor hissed sharply the moment Sophia opened her mouth again, throwing a glance around the library, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes.
A few people and students looked over from nearby tables, their whispers trailing off, but no one lingered.
He gestured quickly with his fingers—quiet, discreet, now—his voice low and urgent.
Then, sighing, he stood with a dramatic slouch, leaving behind his books on the messy table and tiptoed to their table, the wood creaking softly as he slid into the empty seat beside them.
Sophia looked confused, her blonde twin tails glinting in the candlelight, her petite frame tense, her small breasts rising with a steady breath under her uniform.
Lia, her red curls bouncing, leaned forward slightly, her curvy figure shifting, her plush thighs pressing together under her skirt, her green eyes curious but guarded.
When Lor looked at her, Lia nodded, her voice soft. "Hey, Lor."
He nodded back, his hazel eyes cautious. "Hey."
