"Yeah." Zach said. The two walked in silence to the coffee shop. Rose hadn’t said a word since they left campus. "You okay?"
"Fine," Rose said with a frown. She’d been lost in thought. Primarily about what they’d been talking about before Zach’s fall. Talking about her friends and experiences had brought on thoughts of something a bit more… delicate, to put it mildly. "Just a bit worried about someone back home. Why?"
"Nothing." There was a sudden squishing noise. Zach looked down, pulled his leg up, and swore. He’d stepped in a paint can, a can filled with bright pink paint. Zach sighed, looking at the accident. "I have got to watch where I’m going."
"You think?" Rose snorted, "How did you even miss that?"
Zach shrugged “I have no clue
"As priceless as this is," the blonde laughed, snapping a pic with her phone, much to the irritation of Zach. He glared at her and the camera. "Perhaps we should call it a day. In the past two hours we’ve trashed your uncle’s office, which made you puke, pissed off a librarian, and you’ve tripped over your own feet and ruined what was once a very respectable uniform. I’d suggest going home before you get hit by a falling piano or something. Also, I’ve got a show to force Eddie to watch in… 20 minutes." She looked at her watch briefly at the last statement. Yikes, was it really that late?