Andria's POV
"Yes, but there's more to it that I won't like to disclose. How were classes today?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation, although that was a poor attempt.
Tristan chuckled and then turned to me, "You know that was a weak attempt to change the topic?"
My cheeks turned crimson, and I could feel my cheeks burning from blushing a lot. "But I ended up achieving the purpose. You see, you got the memo," I replied.
We got to the hospital faster than I had expected, or maybe it was because we talked along the way, and it didn't feel like we were even walking.
I oddly enjoyed his company more than I would love to admit.
"You see, maybe they aren't that bad after all," Athena whispered, her voice carrying a tone of excitement.
"I can only say for Tristan, don't know about the other two and I know for sure that Zade isn't so good," I replied to Athena.
