What a day this has been, what a rare mood I'm in...
Last night, Enzo returned to his dorm at the end of an amazing spare cycle; Hugh took one look at his expression and said that if Enzo were older, he'd know exactly how he'd spent his day.
All cycle, between classes, people have been asking him what in the 'Net he's so happy about. (He can't tell them honestly, of course.) Several times people have waved hands in front of his face to get his attention, including teachers.
Now he's sitting at the Bar with an untouched energy shake, looking vaguely out over the barroom with the same enormous gooey smile.
You can ask what's up, but it's probably pretty easy to guess.
All cycle, between classes, people have been asking him what in the 'Net he's so happy about. (He can't tell them honestly, of course.) Several times people have waved hands in front of his face to get his attention, including teachers.
Now he's sitting at the Bar with an untouched energy shake, looking vaguely out over the barroom with the same enormous gooey smile.
You can ask what's up, but it's probably pretty easy to guess.