After class, Tony once again followed the girl to the cafeteria. The food was as traditionally British as ever: potatoes with fried fish.
Once the bodyguards learned Tony's background, they no longer stopped him from interacting with their young lady. That was a pretty good start.
The two of them now held trays and ate food that tasted like garbage beneath the blinding midday sun.
"I don't want to spoil your fun, but your class is unbelievably boring."
Tony had gone a little pale. He had been using sheer willpower to fight the old professor's lullaby, and he was utterly drained now.
Cassandra rolled her eyes at him. Although they had only met yesterday, they already seemed to have known each other for ages.
"Then why are you taking this class?"
"Maybe because you're in the classroom. Maybe because I'm going through a midlife crisis early and don't know what I want."
Tony rubbed his face hard and leaned back against the yellowed cafeteria bench.
Cassandra covered her mouth and laughed softly. "You really are a mystery, Tony."
"I'm a mystery? You're the queen of mysteries." Tony shook his head and used a french fry to flip over the fried fish.
Cassandra folded her arms, leaned forward slightly, and smiled. "What? Did you ask around about me?"
"Yeah." Tony let out a long breath.
"And what did you find?" Cassandra propped her cheek on her pale hand and tilted her head as she asked.
Tony shrugged, and his mustache crooked slightly. "I found out that the trapeze performer from the world's number one circus has the exact same name as you."
Cassandra smacked his arm. This guy was being flippant again. He was just using this method to avoid the question.
"Can you accept the fact that our parents are