Zara Jameson was raised to be reserved and would not casually ask about someone else's privacy, so she assumed Purple Summers had an unspeakable secret and didn't pry any further.
Their daily school life was uneventful, except for Purple Summers once again ranking first in the exams, nothing unusual happened at school.
A week swiftly passed, and it was Friday afternoon once more.
As Purple Summers and Zara Jameson walked out of the school together, they suddenly heard someone calling her name—
"Hey! Purple Summers!"
A rude and hoarse male voice.
Purple looked in the direction of the voice, seeing a man waving at her in the distance. Despite the cold weather, he wore a pair of holey jeans and a black leather jacket with metal studs, unzipped to reveal a skull-patterned T-shirt underneath.
As for his appearance... frankly, after witnessing Alexander Summers having a face that could overshadow every other man in the world, everyone else seemed pale and unimpressive in comparison.