The effects of Astrea's verge pressure still lingered having initially hit like a wave on the cafeteria.
That half a second was enough for heads that understood the pressure to turn in her direction.
Astrea remained silent as the red aura completely dissipated like it was never there in the first place.
Leaning back, Dean didn't take too long to muse about the fate that her slip of control was something that tied them.
Or did she notice that we were alike, hence why she took an interest in him? Dean stayed calm even as she regained her composure.
"So…," Dean whistled.
"So?"
"How about that lunch?" Dean said.
Astrea's eyes narrowed. She couldn't understand how this boy's mind works. He should have been asking why she lost control and yet.
She smiled. "Sure… let's have lunch."
"Alright," Dean nodded. He wanted to approach her first before grabbing food. Hence why he was here.
"So..what do you want?" He asked.
