"I'm Oliver," he introduced, voice clipped. "Class captain for Medicine and Surgery. I was asked to bring you to the lecture hall. Please follow me."
His words were polite, but the undertone was unmistakable, mild resentment laced with poorly hidden pride. He was the class captain, for crying out loud!
And yet here he was, being made to fetch a latecomer like some errand boy. A new student, no less. This wasn't supposed to be his job. A Departmental Officer or another student should've handled it.
Still, orders were orders.
Without sparing Nnenna a proper glance, he turned on his heel and walked ahead briskly, expecting her to follow without question.
Nnenna blinked once, then stood up quietly and followed, snacks in hand.
She could feel the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his pride was bruised by this unexpected task. But she said nothing. There was no need to. She was used to silent judgment, only this time, it amused her a little.
