Suddenly, he moved.
Preston Patterson saw Seraphina Sterling emerge from the classroom. She didn't seem to notice him, so he had no choice but to stride over.
A wave of gasps rippled through the girls. He was like a handsome man who'd walked straight out of a manga! Just too gorgeous! Each girl wore a demure smile, inwardly praying that Preston Patterson would stop in front of them. But clearly, heaven wasn't listening. Preston Patterson didn't even spare them a glance, walking directly to Seraphina Sterling.
"You need something?" Seraphina Sterling looked at him, surprised. She had something to do tonight—something urgent—and no time to waste at school.
"Yes, there is." Preston Patterson glanced at the crowd around them. "We should find somewhere else to talk. This isn't the right place." With that, he turned to leave, assuming Seraphina would follow. In his experience, everyone always did. His word was final, and he never needed to ask for an opinion.
