A few moments ago.
There was dead silence after Roxana's stalking question backfired spectacularly. Jax had simply ignored it, and she was left sitting there with the embarrassment rotting inside her.
Some time later, the owner of the stall appeared. Nyara was wearing her usual apron, and several students followed behind her carrying dishes.
She greeted them warmly. "Professor Jax, I didn't expect to see you today. I know how much you hate events like these. You should have told me you were coming. I would have prepared something special."
Jax shrugged casually. "That's true, but mood swings brought me here today."
Roxana murmured from beside him. "Or rather some ulterior motives."
Jax ignored her completely. But Nyara didn't.
"Is this the famous Professor Roxana?" Her eyes sparkled with interest. "I've heard quite a bit about you."
Roxana's expression shifted to suspicion. "Heard what exactly?"
"Only good things." Nyara winked at Jax. "Well, mostly good things."
