A Flower and A Human

"Why are you following me? Don't you have a class to attend?" Victor inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity as he glanced over his shoulder at Ashara, who was trailing behind him with an inquisitive look.

"Well, don't you have a class to attend too?" she responded, her tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and playful defiance.

Ashara had found her own class rather dull and boring so she decided to follow Victor who had a serious expression.

Victor chose not to answer. He continued walking, his steps measured and deliberate which made her really curious.

As they approached the senior classroom, Victor paused briefly to peer inside.

He observed that the room was absent of a professor, with students casually engaging in various activities—some were chatting, others working on assignments, and a few were simply idling.