 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Brandon was Observant. Or maybe Alert was a better word for it. He always noticed when something was out-of-the-ordinary. In this case, it was the U-shaped desk formation in his history class. That wasn't a weird desk formation for a school, BUT it wasn't usually the formation for this class and Brandon didn't like it when the desks moved. He liked to sit in the exact same spot in the classroom in the same chair every time, okay.
Ignoring his feeling of discomfort, he headed in and took a seat right next to Giselle. She was basically his family by now, so... it was the most comfortable place. He nodded at her with a smile, then waved at Anna a few desks away. "Giselle. Anna. Professor. Hey." It wasn't an entirely 'enthusiastic' or 'bright' greeting, but Brandon had never been like that, not really. His smiles and polite head nods were friendly for him. |