"Oh, wait. They said you're the top nerd. I see now. Apparently such a refined young lady like you can also be a top nerd…"
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"Why would you say that?!" Cecilia finally snapped, the words escaping like steam from a kettle. Her face, already flushed, now felt like it was hosting its own miniature sun.
Oathran blinked, then a low, bewildered laugh escaped him. "Pff—what did I say?" Again with that amused face. "I'm just saying what I'm seeing and hearing on my first day in my brand new school."
Normal!
This again!
He wasn't being profound or quoting the ghost of their tragic romance in a ditch. He was just… talking. Gossiping. Making small talk. And it was killing her.
Cecilia didn't dignify him with a response. Instead, she turned her wrath upon her meat pie, attacking it with a violence that would have made a seasoned warrior proud.
