*Tap! Tap!*
Raelle's attention shifted when she heard someone tapping the surface of the table beside her. She looked over and said, "Hello, Professor!"
"Hello, Raelle!" said Song Xin'ai.
"How are you, Professor?" asked Raelle.
"I'm good! How about you?"
"What does it look like?"
"It's better if I don't answer that," said Song Xin'ai. "Do you mind if I sit with you here?"
Raelle gave her a look, "Are you sure? You want to leave all these people and sit with me?"
"Yes," answered Song Xin'ai.
"Okay then. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you," said Song Xin'ai as she sat down with her. She looked at the bunch of pink Azaleas in her hand and said, "You don't look like someone who likes flowers."
"Why would you assume that?"
"Because I don't think you are very fond of delicate things."
