Noah didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The office was warmly lit, with books stacked in every corner.
Professor Cecilia sat behind her desk, quill in hand and stacks of documents before her, while Professor Oliver stood off to the side, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
Both pairs of eyes flicked to him the moment the door shut.
Noah met their gazes without flinching.
"I apologize for eavesdropping." His tone was flat, almost stoic, as if it were a matter-of-fact admission and nothing more.
Oliver's brow rose slightly, but Cecilia merely set her quill down, her expression unreadable.
Noah straightened his shoulders. "I wasn't here to pry. I came to inform you that I won't be able to attend our personal training session with the group tomorrow."
Cecilia tilted her head, studying him carefully. "And why is that?"
