Tic! Tic!
The rhythmic ticking echoed in a lavishly furnished office.
The room was filled with ancient artifacts and priceless heirlooms that seemed to tell stories of their own.
A towering bookshelf stood in one corner, packed with leather-bound old books.
At the center of the room was a desk—crafted from the sacred wood of Yggdrasil itself.
Mariam sat on the other side, her glare boring into me.
"...."
Her silence made me uncomfortable as I shifted slightly in my chair.
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'I just felt like it.'
...But even to me, that answer seemed hollow.
I had no particular reason for asking Yennefer out.
From deep within me, I wanted to do it.
Like a small part of me yearned for her.
'It's really odd.'
"What were you thinking?" Mariam's frustrated voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Asking a professor out on your first day at the academy."
"..."
I just kept my mouth shut.
It wasn't like I could defend myself here.
