80. Best Friend

She tilted her head slightly, giving me a blank stare, like she couldn't tell if I was joking or serious.

I gestured to the window. "C'mon, I will buy you lunch after this."

She blinked once. Then twice.

And then, she scooted to the side without a word, making room for me.

"Thanks," I said, dropping into the seat with the kind of relief only those who'd found their destined throne could understand.

Just then, I noticed something else.

Art… was sitting in the first bench of the row directly in front of me.

Dead center.

I blinked.

'Wait... Art's not a backbencher?'

What kind of twisted timeline was I living in where that guy sat up front voluntarily?

I narrowed my eyes at him. He turned around, caught my expression, and gave me a lazy wink.

The betrayal. The absolute blasphemy.

Ignoring that abomination of an act, I leaned back and let my gaze wander outside.