[Ruvian's POV]
The next day, the morning break had just begun when Ruvian noticed a figure approaching his classroom, waiting just beyond the doors.
She stood with an easy confidence, her posture straight but relaxed. Her flowing ash-brown hair was artfully braided along the side of her head, the plait wrapping like a delicate crown before gathering into a loose, curled ponytail that caught the morning light.
Her soft hazel eyes scanned the row of scholars leaving the class. The moment she spotted him, a subtle, cold yet courteous smile appeared on her face.
"Excuse me."
Ruvian didn't need to look up to know she was addressing him, but he did anyway.
"Yes?"
"I hope I'm not disturbing your break, you're Ruvian, right?"
The moment she approached him, and more so, the fact that she already knew his name, was more than enough.
Ruvian could already guess who she was, and more importantly, why she had come to meet him.
