The classroom was down on the left. The sign on the door read Latin.
“You’re a school addict aren’t you?”
“I am a what?” She looked up at him raising a brow.
“You know the kind of girl who spent her nights studying and her weekends with her family learning to cook and clean.”
“Well, it’s not a bad thing.” His words stumbling off his tongue.
Marietta turned to him. “Thanks” was all she offered. Then she walked into the classroom, leaving Lucifer alone in the hallway.
Thanks for reading. It’s just a small first interaction, but I am hoping it will help set the bases of their relationship better.