âyou know that stuff is bad for you, right? itâll ruin your lungs.â her voice had the same no nonsense tone that she used whenever she had to scold younger students, but her amused grin and the fondness in her eyes said she was perhaps less serious than she seemed. âyouâre being a right idiot, smoking out in the open like this. i might just have to write you up.â
        Evan furrowed his eyebrows in frustration for a moment, before they relaxed âHey!â He exclaimed, raising his left index finger to his lips, a smirk danced on them, before dropping he dropped the hand just as quickly. âClasses must be over by now, no? Though, I donât reckon Iâve eaten lunch yet, so I could be mistaken.â Evan cocked his head to the side. His tone was playful, though he tried to calculate his sentences with precision . Taking another drag, he grinned, digesting her words carefully. âYouâre going to write me up? Think of what mother will tell her friends during their card games!â He scoffed, placing a hand over his heart, before letting out a chuckle. âI'm ruined, another detention on my record.â