The Restaurant

The selection ended at 1 p.m. Those chosen were happy, while Natalia was unhappy with the supervisor's decision.

"Those selected to represent your group should be available tomorrow." No excuses," the supervisor announced to the students filling out the room.

Mason, who was glancing at his watch, waiting for the crowd to move out before exiting the room, was stopped by Cleopatra.

"Mason," she called, walking towards him; her long hair was now tied into a pony, making him admit she was born to look beautiful no matter the hairstyle.

"How are you going home?" Cleopatra asked, stopping next to him and catching the eyes of the other students whispering among themselves.

"Yes, can I help you with something?"

"Some of the students and I are planning to have lunch, and I thought you might want to tag along?" she replied.

Mason stared at Cleopatra's face for a second, trying to decipher her intention. Since they had been in the same department, she had never glanced in his direction, and no
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