Interlude: Secret?

The classroom had gotten quiet all of a sudden. A single, lone girl, stood at its back, eyes shaded by the red hairstrands.

Her bracelet didn't shine anymore, for it was dark in the outside. The gentle breeze had subsided entirely and only the calling of cicadas remained.

"Is it ready?" The girl leaned up, at the ceiling, hovering over it.

"Perfect. Just need the keys to enter." Came a calm, playful voice from the other end.

A unusual smile spread across the girl's face. Even in the dark room, her pearl white teeth glimmered softly.

"Same dialogue as last year, Mark."

She spoke, pressing the earbud on her left ear a bit. Her other finger circled around on the desk.

Oddly, it didn't turn on.

"Impressive memory as always." The person named Mark replied, with a static. "This year's different, though. We've got a student who knows about us."

"Different year but same result as the previous, that I won't tolerate." The pearl white teeth hid behind her petite lips, as she touched her bracelet.

Except static nothing followed for a while.

Her ears started to adjust despite her impatience.

TICK.

"..!"

She jerked back to activeness. Almost instantly, she twisted her neck back.

TICK.. Tick.. tick.. tick..

The hour hand's slower..

Even in the dark she could see that, because the moon light directly shone on it.

HONK, HONK.

Outside the barricades of the Institution, the traffic'd started to increase after 5PM and gradually built up.

"You there?"

Another jumpscare. She gulped down, glancing around the class, nervous.

"Y-yeah. Anyway, don't be late." She firmly stood her ground, the circling on the desk intensifying.

"Yup, though you can expect a delay of five minutes." Mark was uncertain and kind of disappointed when he said that.

"Security? Or..."

"Cyber security. Remember, 256-bit encryption.. and all."

Again the same smile crept on her face.

"You do your job. I'll handle that."

Her eyes instinctively glanced at the top right, a CCTV. On it, a small transistor like thing.

"I can manage." She added before a chuckle echoed.

"Don't mess this up, miss." Mark addressed, without speaking her name.

"Call me Asuka."

Mark's chuckle echoed again.

"Alright, Asuka. Don't mess it up."

The call cut right then. The ear bud stopped blinking.

"Obviously, if I did, we'd never propell towards the next phase.."

Then she returned back to herself, to her bracelet, caressing it more sensually than she did in front of a certain boy— a while ago.