The next day, as with every day, students must attend homeroom.
Matt waves, too.
"You're turning me into an extrovert," he accuses, waving a fry to punctuate the point.
She steals his fry. "You've caught on to my cunning plan. I call it Mission: Make Matt The Most Extroverted Introvert In All Of Beacon Hills. It's only one part of my greater plan."
"You do that well already. But no. It'd be no fun if I ruled alone..."
"How does that work, anyway? If you're the queen, am I the king? Or does that not work when you're royal?"
She digs in and though her manners are excellent, she is obviously very hungry.
"I'm glad I brought you here."
He squares away the bill, and returns to watching her.
Eventually, she finishes eating.
"So. Anything else you have planned for the day?"
"So sneaky."
He sneaks a kiss, and then they can walk out.
"We can still do the antique shop, or the park. Everything else is a little further, but if you're coming with me to practice, we could also do something on the way to the school."
"I definitely want to watch tryouts. I gotta see what all the fuss is about."
"It's not that exciting. But I guess it's nice to root for your friends."
She presses herself closer to him, "I really don't care about anyone else right now."
"We're in the middle of the road."
They are, at least, outside, in broad daylight.