Perhaps Leon Batton would never receive another slice of toast like before?

Would the mystery girl stop going to school for real?

***

The more Leon thought about it, the more restless he felt. He decided to stop thinking about it altogether.

He steeled his gaze until there was a cold glimmer in his eyes.

The gentle breeze that blew in from the balcony managed to dry his hair after some time. Then, he got off the couch to lie on his bed.

***

Meanwhile, Hannah Roland only got off from work