"Listen, I've got a proposition for you," Azure's firm voice flew across the soft wind of the graveyard, "something mutually beneficial."
Elliot stepped back slightly, "I doubt that."
Azure stepped closer and the street light flickered; he the...
He didn't know when he began feeling so hyper aware but...
Azure was rubbing off on him.
It was a small change but Elliot knew it was there.
The worst part was they've barely interacted.
Yet,
He didn't hand the card back out of any moral obligation. Not even the slightest bit.
He had given the card back to read Azure's reaction.
As Devon sped down the streets, Elliot held his seat belt slightly.
He was changing.
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It was beautiful. The parquet floors, custom millwork, and high ceilings. It was the living room of their mentee. To be frank, the refrigerator matching the cabinets was already telling enough, the student was rich.
Through the tall windows the afternoon sunlight filtered in, casting a warm glow. Devon stood languidly in the pristine light, as if savoring its presence.
It wasn't even his living room.
"You two must be the mentors from Central Haven," the student's apparent mother smiled eagerly.
"Yes, pleased to meet you Mrs. Johnson," Devon gave a warm nod, "I'm Devon Sinclair, and my partner is Elliot Lorenhart."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Johnson," Elliot also gave a nod.
"Oh my, come in, come in," Mrs. Johnson led them inside to the living room. "The condominium is a bit disorganized but—"
Devon interrupted, "It's quite alright Mrs. Johnson, your home is lovely."
"Oh thank you," she gave a smile.
Elliot took a sideways glance at Devon, watching his expression.
"You two must be a bit tired, have some refreshments— Ian! Your mentors from Central Haven are here! Sorry about Ian by the way," she leaned in and gave a faux whisper joke, "you two must be really smart and Ian can be a bit much but do be nice to him."
"We'll make sure to be as patient as possible," Devon replied.
Mrs. Johnson then hurried to curry up an assortment of refreshments, simultaneously serving the two of them water. At this time, a brunette boy, in a dress shirt and pants walked into the kitchen, holding a backpack.
"Ian please introduce yourself to these fine gentlemen," Mrs Johnson smiled.
"Hello, I'm Ian Johnson," he curtly replied.
"Nice to meet you Ian, I'm Devon Sinclair and my partner is Elliot Lorenhart, we'll be your mentors for precalculus," Devon stretched out a hand.
"Nice to meet you," Ian took Devon's hand, somewhat hesitantly.
