"Yeah," he said slowly. "Just ran into an obstacle. "Shall we head to the dining room to work on it?"
"Sure," she said, shifting the strap on her shoulder and giving him a small grin. "I brought more clay."
She stepped through with a small mumble of thanks. Placing her keys gently in her bag, she looked around at the impressive room she walked into. "Your house is really nice," she said, turning to look at him.
"Oh," he said, following her gaze on the room. "My dad has a nice job." He began walking. "It's cool."
She pulled her hair back into a messy bun as she followed him. "I was thinking," she began, "that maybe we should connect the bones with wire instead of plastic? It will give them more rigidity, I think."
"It will, I think," she said thoughtfully. "It'll be connected with a paper clip-like wire. So, fairly bendy."
"Lovely," she said cheerfully, pulling out the clay and a few books she had borrowed from the class. "Let's get to work, then."
"Mmhm." Poppy returned to the research, jotting down various notes and highlighting important facts. "I think I could probably finish the paper tonight," she said thoughtfully, not looking up from her work. "It wouldn't be that difficult."
"Cool," she said, reaching in her bag to pull out her phone. She slid it across the table to him. "Here. Can you put your number in there so I can text you about it if need be?"
He looked at it for a moment, before picking it up and adding his number. "Alright. I don't really like texting that much, though."
Poppy's phone had several texting notifications, all from the same person. Where are you? Are you working on that damn project? Poppy, I swear to God. I'm coming to your house. You're at Craw's house? What's his address? I'm coming to pick you up. Poppy? Remember what we talked about? Poppy? Poppy didn't seem to have noticed them yet, and she shrugged. "Don't worry," she replied. "I don't text much either. It's just to keep us connected in case."
