“Not if you don’t have a visitor’s pass. This is an actual classroom. The projects here aren’t supposed to be seen.” Maybe if he subtly tells him he doesn’t like it when people (coughhimselfcough) look at their unfinished projects they get antsy. “What are you doing here, anyway? I mean you look like either a thief, a molester, or a murderer. Please tell me you’re not any of those.”

     “Oops.” Is the only dry, sarcastic remark he utters with a shrug of leather clad shoulders, enough motion to make the jacket GROAN in protest.