Pygmalion cringed, his fingers gripping his book. He didn't even look in the direction. "My class. My rules." He slammed the book down on the table, but mist of the students had already started to filter out.
"What?" He said sharply finally settling on the girl who sat relaxed as if this were afternoon tea. She didn't look familiar too him, and to he honest aside from Galatea, Pygmalion noticed no one.