That they do!

And now, Eva has Math.

Math: is math-y.

And then there's gym.

Indeed there is. Last lesson on a Friday.

Ugh.

Anyway, she can seem upbeat and get changed into her gym stuff and then go out and organize people into teams or whatever, she's okay enough to do that – what sport are they doing today?

Basketball! Just like all week.

Oh well. She'll just gather people together so each team is approximately equal ability – not stepping on the teachers' toes, of course, just helping them to be more efficient and hopefully reducing how unfair some of the matches might be; we don't want anyone complaining about how unbalanced the teams are, do we?

Well, it's not the teachers who choose the teams, it's the students that stand in for captains for the duration of gym.

Well, in that case she'll try to pull strings with people to make sure nobody's being excluded or being too mean about how unfairly stacked their teams are. She's got plenty of friends, she's sure some will agree to do as she says because they want to be nice.

It's too bad she can only do this in the senior group – the juniors look like they might be having trouble with… unfairness.

Yep, that they are.

Unfortunately she doesn't really have an excuse to go over there and fix that without seeming like she's just being obnoxious.

She sighs internally, but continues playing a match. Or whatever it's called. She doesn't know.

And eventually, like all things, gym must come to an end.

Oh dear.

Eva gets changed and then hangs about to chat to her friends for a bit, but will leave pretty soon if nothing interesting happens.

She's gonna go to the library to do a bit of research, but afterwards she's gonna go home to nap.

And in the library is: the librarian!

"Good morning, miss!"

Right…? "Good. Uh. Afternoon?"

"Oh, yes, yes of course, can I help, can I help?"

He's... quite bubbly today, isn't he?

He. He rather is? Yes?

"Um. No, I think I'm alright, really?" she says, smiling back, a bit confused.

"Oh, are you quite sure? This is the library after all. And I'm the librarian." He beams.

"You. You are the librarian, yes," she says a bit flatly. "Uh, I think I'll be okay."

She turns away to go over to some bookshelves, acting very calm and composed. She looks very much as though she's just a typical teenager planning on doing some studying, with all the typical teenage worries and the typical teenage airheadedness with a side of intelligent thought.

She looks very perfectly typical. She makes sure of it.

"Okay."

The librarian proceeds to do absolutely nothing at all for the entire duration of Eva's stay in the library.

Absolutely nothing? How absolute is this nothing? Is he sitting somewhere blankly, looking at nothing, or just standing in the same position looking at the same book, or what?

Is he breathing? Presumably he's breathing.

Meanwhile, she continues to look very perfectly typical. She also does some work, as she was originally planning. Also, she tries to seem extremely not preoccupied with the librarian.

Ugh, this is difficult to do when she's tired.

He's breathing, yes, and he's standing there, with a fixed smile, looking at absolutely nothing whatsoever. He isn't even fidgeting.

Of course he is.

She finishes her research rather quickly, maybe skipping some parts and generally rushing others, while also continuing to be totally nonchalant, and then goes to leave the library, saying, "Thanks!" to the creepy… person?

"You're welcome! I hope to see you again soon!"

"You too!" she says.

And then Eva walks home. She's thinking about the day, and how she was a bit switched off for most of it – she's pretty sure people noticed, but fortunately they didn't call too much attention to it; Brittany was probably the most obvious, and she appreciates it, but fortunately she wasn't too pushy about any of it.

She's a bit too focused on what she's thinking about, and when she rounds a corner, she fails to consider that there might be another person on the other side, bumping into someone and knocking their groceries out of their hands.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she says, apologizing immediately and bending down to pick them up.

"Oh, don't worry about it, dearie," she says, with a thick south London accent, bending down to pick stuff up herself. "I should have been paying more attention to where I was going."

"I wasn't really focusing on where I was walking," she says, still sounding very apologetic. She helps to gather things up.

That's an interesting accent for someone in California…