Linus stood outside the classroom, a nagging feeling tugging at him. It suddenly dawned on him that he'd forgotten to ask the girl's name. He paused, his hand on the doorknob, contemplating whether he should head back to the bench where he had seen her.
Thoughts raced through his mind—what if she had already left? What if she was still there? He found himself at a crossroads, torn between the urge to get her name and the fear of missing his chance.
In the end, he heaved a sigh, deciding to err on the side of caution. Linus made his way into the classroom, a hint of regret gnawing at him. Taking his seat, he reached into the plastic bag and pulled out the cans of soft drinks he had bought, ready to distribute them to Laszlo, Ryker, and Jace.
