After separating from the cafeteria, Eiden and his group went their separate ways toward their respective classes. The group of girls Lyra, Linda, Crysty, and Sasha also dispersed into their own schedules.
Eiden noticed, as he glanced at Lyra . His classes and Lyra's were interlinked in such a way that they would end up in the same room for this period. It wasn't often that happened, and though he didn't think much of it at first, the detail stuck somewhere in the back of his mind.
When they entered, Eiden took his usual spot in the third row, leaning back slightly with that casual ease he always carried in class. Lyra, however, slipped quietly into the fifth row. She settled into her chair, the faint rustle of the paper bag on her lap giving away the fact she was holding something. Her hands rested over it, almost protectively, as her gaze lingered on Eiden's back. She seemed to be having an internal battle with herself should she give it to him now, later, or maybe not at all?
