When his stomach finally growled loud enough to cut through his little sleep two hours later, he exhaled sharply, locking his phone to leave. The library felt colder than when he'd first arrived, or maybe that was just him. Either way, he needed food.
Just as he pushed open the heavy oak doors, his phone buzzed in his hand.
Naomi: Boss, I'm waiting at your classroom.
Parker blinked, thumb hovering over the keyboard before tapping back a quick reply.
Parker: Meet me in the library from the library. I'm heading out.
She replied instantly.
Naomi: On my way.
Satisfied, he slid his phone back into his pocket and stepped into the hallway.
The lunch time had clocked a few minutes ago, so the corridors were packed—rows of students spilling out of classrooms, talking, laughing, shoving each other in that rich-kid, zero-consequence way.
