Tristan Graves POV - The Bench

I was watching very carefully to the students, that I missed the teacher as he tensed minutely. I also missed when he'd snuck away.

I did notice the lack of a voice if only to finally concede that I had gotten distracted by the jovial nature of college. It was loud until my mind singled out one distinct sound.

Breathing.

Someone was moving steadily towards me from behind, my six o'clock. I strained my ears to listen. I heard quiet footfalls and shallow breaths. I was intrigued, but the adrenaline coursing through my blood made waiting, a colossal challenge, as my 'fight or flight' response tried to take control.

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Third Person POV - The Bench

Saul Silva moved with undetectable stealth, or so he thought until the man on the bench started to fidget. However Saul had already reached his hand out by the time he realised, the fidgetting was the man restraining his body from a reaction.

Which Saul figured out shortly after his arm was wrenched over the bench, he ended up sprawled out partially on the floor and across the man's lap.

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