Chapter 42 â Slowly Dissolving (1)
Ian and Louise held their breaths as they focused on the sound from across the sofa. The tea room staff member greeted Professor Lassen kindly and began to guide her inside. Ian and Louise were frozen stiff. Juliana Lassen knew their faces very well. She even knew they were associated with each other as they were both from the student council.
Louise closed her eyes and prayed. Please donât by pass this table. Please donât recognize us if you pass by.
Ttogag, ttogag.
The conversation between the professor and the staff member grew closer. Louise looked up at Ian with a pale face, and he pulled Louise inside his robe. The footsteps came right behind them. Ian closed his eyes, trying to think up a reasonable excuse just in case they were caught.
âWould you like to sit here?â
âThatâs fine. My party will be here soon.â
âAlright. If anyone is looking for Professor Juliana Lassen, Iâll take them this way.â
âThank you.â
The professor sat at the table behind them. Fortunately, the back of the sofa blocked their view so it was difficult to see each otherâs faces. There was, of course, still a sense of uneasiness about the fact that they could easily be caught if they were careless. Louise carefully withdrew from Ianâs arms with a troubled look on his face. She took Ianâs palm and wrote in small letters with her fingertip.
âWhat should we do?â
Writing on the palm of his hand! She wasnât ten years old anymore. Ian suppressed the urge to smile and pulled Louiseâs palm towards him.
âWe have to wait. We have to pass by the professorâs table to get to the entrance.â
âMore are coming. Academy people?â
âCould be family.â
Louise put his hands down and checked the time anxiously. Dinner would be soon. She hoped they wouldnât get caught sneaking out. Louise thought of all the worst things that could happen in this situation and came up with âfailing grade.â
âIt will be fine.â
He whispered in her ear. Ugh. What should they do? If this guy tells her itâs fine, then itâs gonna be fine. Itâs not an emotional problem, itâs a social one. No matter how egalitarian the Academy claimed to be, Ian was still the crown prince and his influence would never be small.
But Louise wasnât too happy that Ian would use his identity to protect hers, even as an old friend, regardless of whether he was the hero or not. She didnât relax despite his reassurance. Louise pressed a finger to her lips.
âYou have to keep quiet.â
She gestured to him, but Ian seemed to disagree.
âThis is fine.â
His breath tickled in her ear. When Louise turned to face him to ask why, she then heard the sound of piano starting to play behind then. Louise remembered the promotional flyer for the tea room said there would be a performance in the evening. A piano was a musical instrument rich in sound. Both hands, or all ten fingers, sing with their voice. Now she understood why Ian said it was fine. The sound waves filled the room enough that Louiseâs soft voice probably wouldnât reach anyone but Ian.
âI love listening to musicâ¦â
âWell, the professor wonât be here very long.â
Louise looked at Ian with a face that said, âHow do you know?â
âJust.â
He shrugged.
âI just hope so. We canât stay like this forever, can we?â
Like this? Louise realized that they were two people hugging each other on a sofa, except was friendship that forced them to hide themselves quickly, not an actual embrace. Either way, it was not good for them to be here in the tea room. If anyone else saw them, they would look like a stupid couple with no manners.
ââ¦I hate this.â
Louise said bluntly.
âOh?â
The two gradually pulled away, as if they had silently agreed with each other. It was then that the door reopened.
âWelcome.â
The store clerk gave a friendly greeting, and Professor Juliana Lassen stood up. Louise hurriedly buried her face in her palm. If the professor looked towards them like this, she would discover Louise. Louise squeezed her eyes shut, then she heard something that gave her even more despair.
âProfessor Wayne Hill. Itâs already been five minutes.â
She could hear her stern voice and the footsteps of him running here hurriedly. They were doomed. Louise looked at Ian like they were standing at the door of hell.
The person that Professor Larsen had to meet was none other than Professor Hill!
Professor Hill had said Louise was the most reliable and loyal person at the Academy, and they had a close friendship. Unlike Professor Lassen, who Louise rarely saw outside of the classroom, Louise had spoken to Professor Hill in private several times.
âCome here.â
Ian hastily pulled Louiseâs shoulder towards him. If there was no other place to hide, and they had to make the most of what they had. Louise leaned her head inside the robe, the generous cloth covering Louiseâs hair. It wasnât a perfect hiding place, but at least it didnât show her face. Ian hoped that Professor Hill could not identify people by their body type.
There were footsteps near them. Ian knew that Louise had begun to grip the hem of her skirt. She was nervous. Their position was pretty intimate, and if they were caught the risk of embarrassment increase exponentially.
He slowly stroked the small of her back, the rhythm of the piano flowing between them.