If Christopher had his way, he wanted Hera to go abroad with him.
Just as he readied himself to speak, a jarring ring shattered the forming silence.
Hera retrieved her phone, a flicker of recognition crossing her face when she saw Bernard's name on the screen. She excused herself and stepped away to answer the call, "Hello?"
"There you are! School's been out for ages. What's keeping you busy?" Bernard's voice washed over the phone, a smooth baritone that could charm the birds from the trees.
"You mean the afternoon dismissal?" Hera clarified, remembering their earlier conversation.
Unlike most schools, Cavenridge functioned primarily as a boarding institution, with few students electing to return home for the midday break. The academy provided a cafeteria and dorms for them to relax during these hours.
There was a beat of surprised silence from Bernard.
"Honestly, I just miss you," he finally admitted.
Hera remained silent, her thoughts churning.
"Where are you? I can swing by, and we can grab lunch together," Bernard said.
Hera recalled Bernard's refined tastes and the bustling food street atmosphere.
She countered, "Actually, I'm waiting in line for coffee with some classmates. Lunch and shopping are on the agenda afterward. Not exactly the ideal place for you. How about dinner instead?"
Bernard asked suddenly, "How many classmates are you with?"
"Three," Hera replied.
"All girls?" His question held a subtle edge.
Suddenly, Hera felt a click in her head. If she made it known that there was a male companion, Bernard might just appear in the next breath.
Hesitation flickered across her face before she answered, "All girls."
"Alright. Have fun, then," Bernard conceded, his tone shifting slightly.
Hera reached for the end call button, but before her finger could tap the screen, his magnetic voice sounded again.
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