"Well, if it isn't our newest recruit. Your indifference almost saddens me. Almost. Ever heard of basic courtesy? Like introducing yourself? Or do you just not care about us?" A boy walked to the couch, his hand outstretched. "The name's Trevor. Yours?"
Adam's brows twitched. Dragged from his thoughts, he locked gazes with Trevor's green irises. He looked a year older, his uniform straining over arms as thick as thighs. His hair jutted out of his hat like blades of wheat, a hairpin made from iridescent coral tying it into a ponytail.
He frowned at the teenager's outstretched hand, lips pursing.
"Whether I care or not doesn't matter," he said without enthusiasm as he scanned the gloating students approaching them. "Trevor, is it? Can't say I enjoy your approach. If you want to impress your younger comrades, I suggest you target someone else."
The gloating stopped, a tense silence settling. For three beats, he met Trevor's glare, unimpressed.
