Nathalie Quinlan reined in the gentleness in her eyes and spoke much more directly to him, her lips curling into a bold, wild smirk. Her pair of dark, bright eyes were nonchalant, "Let's talk about it when the results come out."
*
As soon as the college entrance exams were over, the students who had just finished their senior year were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins. Those who were meant to travel went on trips, while others, eager to make the most of their time before the exam results were announced, holed up at home to game. Everyone wanted to have a blast before the scores came out,
To spare themselves the potential shock of their results killing them on the spot.
Nathalie, too, was very busy; she took the opportunity of this half-month to arrange for surgery for Uncle Cagwin.