You walked past his table at the empty school library, just before closing. The rustling of papers stopped. Elliot looked up from a pile of open textbooks, adjusting his glasses.

“This is the fourth time you've walked past my table,” he said without emotion.

“If you're lost, I can help. If you're bored, I’m not much of a distraction. But if you're here to cheat off my notes... try again.” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with interest.