Takeshi spent the next class thinking about one thing.
'I need to stay close to her. Not in an obvious way or in a way that puts her on alert, but if I don't have access to her routine, I can't know when she's going to make a move or how to stop her when the time comes.'
The problem was that Sable Kuroe had demonstrated in four seconds of interaction that she wasn't someone looking for company. The slight nod to confirm Wednesday's rehearsal, the words reduced to the bare minimum, the way she had walked away without looking back. Everything pointed to someone who handled social interactions on an entirely different level.
'Approaching her without a visible reason is going to create immediate suspicion, so I need something that justifies the contact.'
The bell rang, and Takeshi stepped into the hallway.
He found Sable twenty minutes later.
