After Hera was able to swallow the food in her mouth, she held onto Cyril’s arm. “Don’t look back immediately, just listen to me first.”
Cyril nodded at her fast.
“Remember the guy from the other day, the one I said is your type?”
“Yeah?” Cyril answered but at the same time he’s also unsure. “What about him?”
“He’s sitting on the table next to Carmel’s,” she said, “don’t look directly at him, just pretend.”
As Hera let go of Cyril’s arm he stayed still and continued eating. Just as some group of senior students came into the canteen, everyone’s attention was on them. So Cyril took this opportunity to look back and pretend that he’s attention was caught by them too.
He let hi
