Proper Humiliation [1]

The sun was dipping low on the horizon by the time my conversation with Professor Lena finally ended.

It had dragged on way longer than I expected, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Some things just had to be dealt with, no matter how long they took.

Leona had told me earlier to go on ahead since she had her own business to handle, and knowing her, it might take a while. She'd probably already eaten by now too.

Which meant I was free to hunt down some dinner.

Stretching my arms over my head, I lazily scanned the street, wondering what sounded good tonight—ramen? Fried chicken? Maybe something heavier?

That's when I saw it.

Something I definitely wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't looked up at that exact moment.

The Buttcheeks — yeah, that same troublesome girl — was walking with Leo, her expression anxious, almost scared.

My brows furrowed.