“I’m telling you, Hershel, the find of the century! You just wait, I’ll have it all laid out when you stop by tonight—“

Walking outside after a long day of tedious class work, you catch sight of a boy rattling off to his friend about god-knows-what like he has been all day, grinning with far more energy than most people would have in them at this time of the day.

He stops suddenly when he sees you, a curious look in his eyes. Oh, no. That probably isn’t a good sign. Your dread does not go unnoticed as he smiles and shouts back to his companion before approaching you.

“…I’ll tell you more, later, Hersh, be seeing you!”