[ she glances up, blinking as if she hadn't expected him in that moment, or as if in finding him there, there's something to puzzle over in the interim. she reaches for the cup with a flicking wave of her fingers; chai latte, watered down, soy. a pleasing mixture of spices without being too sweet, or as close to it as one can come from starbucks. marco's name is written on the side, with a smile drawn into the "oh."

all things considered, she prefers peets, but she didn't pay, and arguing semantics is a waste of time. she's already on higher alert as the moon waxes full, balancing everything against her coursework and only procrastinating what she could afford to hold off on. this project wasn't one of those things. which benefits marco, as it turns out; annie's own notes are between a book tucked into her messenger bag and the thin tablet resting with its keyboard covering the surface on the table to her side. ]

Hmm? [ she'd heard his question, still examining it for a why. marco was one of those people who noticed things about others, was incessantly nosy, in her books, and pried without seeming to realise it was what he was constantly doing.

she answers the question, tipping her tablet open. ]

I finished summarising from the primary sources I pulled from the library last time. I can send you the full file if you like.

[ answers the question, just not in the way he asked. she taps a finger on the lid of the drink still sitting between them, one of many walls that exist in her world. ]

Cute.

[ twisting it around and indicating with a lazy sweep of her finger that smile in his "oh." her fingers slide down the sides of the cup, over the cardboard slip-cover to keep her hands from overheating. then it's in hand, and she's ready for the calories, already burning through too many too fast being this close to a shift. ]

Thanks.