The next morning.
Sitting near the window in the classroom, Luka leaned back in his seat, one leg lazily draped over the other as he stared at the door with a look of growing irritation.
'She's late…'
He glanced at the old clock.
Ten minutes had passed since class was supposed to begin, and the teacher was nowhere in sight.
Luka hated wasting time.
'She wouldn't skip class without a reason. Not unless something happened…'
He furrowed his brow.
'Is this because of what happened yesterday?'
Beside Luka—
Serene stood dutifully, arms folded behind her back. Her posture was rigid, her expression stern.
"Young Master," she finally said, "would you like me to go search for her? This is unprofessional behavior. Teachers are paid to teach—being late is inexcusable."
Luka gave her a side glance, then waved a hand in the air, brushing off her offer.
"No need. It's probably a personal matter. Let her deal with it."
He stood up from his seat, stretching his arms with a quiet sigh.
