Poppy and Evan sat down at their lunch table, and spoke idly. He put his arm over her shoulder and kissed her cheek, and she ducked her head in embarrassment.
Eventually, there are other friends came to join them. Evan seemed to be making loud, outrageous jokes that the others laughed at. Poppy would occasionally offer up a smile, but she seems to relatively quiet for the duration of the lunch.
The group Francis was in often seemed equal. Everyone would laugh together and at not one singular person's joke, though they could never be serious.
Poppy stood, kissing the top of Evan's head as she passed. "I'm going to head to the lab for a while," she told him quietly. He frowned and caught her hand as she passed. "Pops, why do you always leave? Stay with us." She gave him a small smile, but disentangled herself. "I have work to do," she told him patiently. "I love you, okay? I'll see you later." She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the lunch room, her steps quick and precise.
Francis sat for a bit longer, before a look of realization crossed his face an he stood up. "I left my book in class. I'll be right back." Their response was friendly jeers, and he departed, heading to the lab.
Evan watched Francis leave with a frown before standing up. "I'll be back soon, okay?" *** Poppy backed away from the beaker nervously as it bubbled. The glass cracked, and she turned away quickly as it shattered. She watched it for a moment, frowned, and recorded the results.
"Hm? Oh. No problem." She swept aside the broken glass and pulled out another beaker, frowning. "What are you doing here?"
"I always come in here during lunch," she replied, scraping some powder into tube. "It's less crowded."
He picked up his book, and placed it neatly into his bag. "Interesting," he said. "I'd assume you'd spend it with your boyfriend."
She squinted at him. "Why do you keep referencing my boyfriend?" she asked with a small grin. "You jealous?"
"You've made that abundantly clear," she said as the concoction began fizzing. "Although I'm not quite sure why."
"Because if I don't like him," he said, almost condescendingly, "then I probably don't like his girlfriend."
"That's lovely, that is," she said flatly. "So, with that in mind, I probably don't like you too, right?"
