The boy at the table is whiter than milk with hair that matches the book sitting on his desk. He looked away from me as our eyes connected once. Pale blue eyes to the desk, but not in shyness. With that withdrawn gaze I have been dismissed. I took a step closer to the empty seat at his side. His eyes stayed on the book he was reading. As I sat down he didn't spare me a glance once.
“What kind of pet is he? Lutina asked curiously. “...A pet.” A vet is asked to train a pet, only it isn’t a pet?