Teacher And Student
The streets were vivid. Dozens of people passed by them. The noise around them made it impossible to distinguish individual conversations.
And yet, just for this moment, Mika had the feeling that time and space stopped.
Everything in his vision and mind went blank.
Only the familiar silhouette and appearance remained engraved in his eyes.
Baffled, he tried to search for the right words.
"Ophelia..."
The addressed person walked over to Mika. The clicking of her black heels echoed.
Her shoulder-length purple hair swayed with every step forward. The mouth was shaped like a crescent and her yellow glittering eyes made Mika unable to look away.
She raised her hand and moved it to Mika's forehead.
"As long as as we're in the public, it's Ms. Ross, you hear me?" she said, flicking her finger on his forehead.
"Ow...!"
The pain snapped him back from his tunnel vision.
He rubbed his forehead slightly.