Trent being Trent was doing everything humanly possible to ignore anything resembling work and also doing whatever he could to keep his mind off everything that had taken place recently. He figured the more things he did the less time it gave him to think about it and that was always a good thing. Trent never dealt with things in a constructive manner, hadn't as a child and definitely didn't as a teenager.
Today he'd gotten off school grounds and hit up a coffee shop, book in hand and attention drifting to and from it on occasion as he used his power to subtly manipulate the sugar shaker because he was just too lazy to reach out and move it.
But then right out of nowhere his personal space was invaded. Granted by a very beautiful brunette with some very big very blue eyes, but still. He'd opened his mouth to say something but then she was talking and it gave Trent a moment to look at her. So much so that he noticed the distinctly familiar scarring and he tried to play it cool by taking a sip from his rapidly cooling coffee. Another dragon, she was another dragon, two at the school, what were the chances of that? Slim to none, right? But here she was, real as anything and very much... living.
Wonder if Ashton knew about her? He probably did through some sort of dragon sixth sense or whatever.
And then he realised she was holding her hand out and he clasped it in his own, the cool metal of the silver ring on his thumb pressing against her skin as he did so. "Nice to meet you, Callidora. I'm Trent."