Freydis's eyes sparkled as she leaned in, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I met someone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lilith's curiosity was piqued. "Who is he?" she asked, her eyes wide with interest.
Freydis hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. "He's...different. Mysterious. I don't know much about him, but there's something about him that draws me in."
Lilith's mind was racing with questions. What kind of mysterious boy had Freydis met?
Just as the conversation was getting juicy, the classroom door swung open and Professor Beckett Wilder strode in. "Alright, everyone! Let's get started for today," he announced, his eyes scanning the room.
The students settled into their seats, pulling out their notes and textbooks. Professor Wilder began writing on the blackboard, his handwriting neat and precise.
As the lecture commenced, Professor Wilder's voice was engaging, but Lilith's mind wandered back to Freydis's mysterious encounter. Who was this enigmatic boy?
Freydis caught her eye and mouthed, "Later," making Lilith smile.