Annie had begun processing Oliver's registration schedule, her hands tapping against the keys at lightning speed. Her eyes darted across every piece of information she input, guiding her fingers with precise, almost mechanical accuracy. At this rate, she was far too occupied to entertain any conversation.
Leaving Oliver with a moment of breathing space from her theatrics.
Now, the three of them sat on the waiting seats in the lobby.
Oliver in the middle, while the other two sat closely on either side of him.
"Why did you call me so suddenly? I was in the middle of something," Hera finally spoke, her dissatisfaction evident in her tone.
"Do you really think that's the important thing right now?" Zack exclaimed. "Boss is interested in goth girls. My respects are high, Sir."
Zack was far more energetic than usual. He seemed improved—no longer the worn-out version of himself from the ruins. His clothes were intact, his posture relaxed, his body bulkier… and he even looked happy.
