“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Trip mumbled with a yawn. “Hence the poetic bullshit.” The files he had to read weighed heavily on his mind, as well as the pop quizzes he had to grade. Surely he’d be a more popular teacher if he didn’t give them - and he’d have more free time, too. “Well, apparently I have a ton of work to do, but I wouldn’t mind some company?”
“Work? What, like building a fucking skyscraper? With me?” Skye teased, passing him to get to the office she’d previously stormed out of. She didn’t look over her shoulder to see if Trip was following until she was at the door, but a quick in his direction as she pulled it open confirmed that he was. “Here’s a wild idea - you sleep, I go through the files. Recognising the Hitler youth look is one of my many talents, as is being incredibly nice and giving back to the community, plus, I don’t know any of them, so there’ll be no feelings involved if they turn out to be girl scout nazis. Emphasis on the ‘if’.”
