Her dark eyes held mine for another beat. Then she turned and walked down the 1-B corridor without waiting for a response, her ponytail swinging behind her with the confidence of someone who had delivered her message and considered the delivery complete.
I stood at the junction.
Percy, who had been silent through the entire exchange, looked down at his notebook. He had written two words in the margin.
She’s right.
The Oracle Feed pulsed once in my peripheral vision with a notification I didn’t need to read to understand. Camille Ortega’s Temptation Gauge had ticked up another point. The System registered directness and intellectual engagement as compatible with my psychological profile and recommended continued interaction along challenge-based vectors.
I dismissed the notification and walked toward the 1-B corridor, where the rest of my cohort had already scattered toward their next session. Aspect Theory in Room 218. Different building. Different instructor. Same uncomfortable reality settling deeper into my bones with every class period and every interaction and every woman who looked at me and saw something that didn’t match the file.
My phone buzzed. Sloane.
How was your first class?
I typed back while walking, Percy matching my pace with his notebook tucked against his chest.
Informative. The instructor is good.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Good how? Is she hot?
I stared at the screen. Through the bond, I felt Sloane’s energy shift from focused attention to something warmer and more pointed, the specific flavor of curiosity that preceded her territorial instincts locking onto a target.
She’s a former Rank A Hero who could probably kill me before I finished processing that she’d moved.
That’s not an answer to my question.
The answer to your question is that I took excellent notes.
LUKAS.
She’s my instructor. I am appropriately focused on the academic material.
Your non-answer IS the answer.
I put the phone away and caught up with Percy, who had paused at the entrance to Building D to hold the door open.
"Your typing speed decreased by thirty-one percent during that exchange," Percy observed. "This typically indicates emotional engagement with the conversation partner rather than efficient information transfer."
"Percy."
"Yes?"
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