Ravian stood there a moment longer than necessary, watching Blanca's retreating figure as she argued—no, bickered—with the man beside her like it was a competitive sport.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
"Blanca…" he murmured. "It suits her."
It really did.
Soft.
Simple.
Deceptively harmless.
Wrong.
Her name was completely misleading because nothing about that girl was normal.
Not the way she talked or the way she panicked and definitely not the way she grabbed a stranger and declared they were "doing the same thing" with a straight face.
He let out a quiet chuckle.
Their first meeting had been… memorable.
Bold, ridiculous, and for some reason, very entertaining.
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Earlier that day (Before the chaos and before the… "documentary incident")
Ravian had been doing his duty as a responsible member of the Student Council.
Which meant, babysitting freshmen, seniors, and delinquents.
