Not a date.

“You drool.” Hera whispered even if I knew that no one can hear her.

“Hey.”

“Max, I am telling you now, that boy is mighty fine.”

“I know.”

Max was still absentmindedly staring at the door where Zayn stood. She had been smiling like an idiot for a long time and none really cared to wake her up from whatever hallucinations she was under right now. She had met Zayn at Haven High School for days now and even went to the training arena a couple of times now and she felt really stupid for not noticing what a fine specie of human slash wolf he was.

Looking good like that should be illegal.

“Is she alright?” Zayn asked Elsa when he saw my blank as a blank canvass face.

“Right, she is, are you not, miss?”

“Better, never been better.”

Elsa had to cough to ease the hanging silence. Max was nervously pleating and repleating the neatly folded infirmary blanket out of tension. Zayn still stood there, he was waiting for something or wanting to say something, Elsa and Max surely have both no ide