He arched a brow, his expression unreadable. You do realize the school closed twenty minutes ago, right? She swallowed hard, gripping her notebook. I... I lost track of time. He exhaled, rubbing his temple. Figures. His gaze flickered to the book in her arms. Come on. I’ll walk you to the gate before you get into real trouble. She hesitated. You don’t have to— I know he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. But I’m doing it anyway.
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