PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE
Across the quad, maybe sixty feet away, heading toward the Research Wing door: Tanya.
Bag over one shoulder, glasses on, hair in that messy half-up thing she does when she’s rushing. She was staring at her phone, lips moving a little the way she does when she’s thinking through something. And right beside her, close enough that it was obvious they were together, was some tall Beta I didn’t recognize.
He was talking. She was listening, head tilted that way she gets when she’s actually interested. Then she looked up from her phone and said something back. Even from here, I could see the start of a smile on her face.