The woman, Diana, lifted her eyes. Grey eyes, so alike Lane's.
"Hi, good to see you again," she smiled back at Lane, sending her book away with a wave of her hand.
A fake hand.
"Mn, yeah." Lane nodded, standing in place, all fidgety, his fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. He was like a little kid asking for candy, bashfully glancing at the woman from underneath his long, blond lashes.
As excited as he was, it was kind of awkward and strange, meeting this grandmother of his. While it was over a decade since they'd first met, when she barged into the Allens' mansion after her awakening… After that, they hardly got to see each other, and could only communicate through messages.
