Falling, Fallen.
This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly.
Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved.
Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front.
Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said.
Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.
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