Leander sat behind his desk, looking through documents on his laptop, when the door opened. He didn't look up because he assumed it was Gina.
Thea stood in the doorway, her face partially obscured by a cap pulled low and a nose mask that covered everything from the bridge of her nose downward. Through the fabric, her breath came in shallow and controlled bursts.
When Leander didn't hear Gina's usual sexual tease or the rhythm of her heels against the floor, he looked up from his laptop, and his fingers paused mid-keystroke. The surprise registered in the slight elevation of his brows.
"Thea." His voice carried a note of genuine confusion. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
Thea reached up, her fingers curling around the brim of her cap, and she pulled it from her head. Her hair, usually immaculate, fell in disheveled strands around her shoulders. The mask remained firmly in place.
"No class today," Thea replied.
