Ten minutes has passed and we’ve managed to finished a quarter of or task. Now Fae’s chewing on the tip of her pen while stretching her arms over her head. She looks around, eyes suddenly stopping.
“Is that Cai over there?”
I nod my head, flickering through the pages of the heavy text book. My fingers begin to tap above the keyboards of my laptop.
“Should we call him over?”
“I don’t think so. He’s pretty busy himself.”
“I wonder how long he’s been there.”
I form my lips into a thin line. Fae turns back to our table and reaches for her bag. There she pulls out her phone, unplugging the cable from her power bank. She then leans back with the device between her fingers. For the slightest moment, a frown takes while of her face but it’s fast to disappear. Her fingers begin to move,
