Don't Overdue It (Macie)

[Zebadiah Hayes]

Though usually Zeb visited the public library in town, today he was roaming around the Hammel library. Though its selection of modern poetry, Zeb's usual genre, was a little lacking that wasn't what he had in mind today. After his chat with Thomas the other night, he had felt the need to revisit some of the classics. And maybe even check out that Greek poet the janitor had mentioned.

So now, with a stack of books, Zeb was ready to make his way back to his apartment, but as usual it was taking him forever to get anywhere around the school. Not that he minded at all. Zeb loved checking in and chatting up every student and staff member he happened to come across. But every time he shifted the stack of books to shake a hand, wave, or pat someone on the shoulder he almost dropped everything trying to free up a hand.

He had just waved goodbye to someone when he noticed Macie walking by the library. He had been wanting to ask her how MoJo was adjusting. And also about training in general since it appeared that he would be taking on the task himself soon.

But in his hurry to get her attention before she was out of sight, he flung all of the books he was carrying towards her as he waved.

"Sorry Miss Wyatt," he said as he leaned over to pick up his books. "Do you have a minute?"

[Macie Wyatt]

Macie was just walking past the library, taking a random walk around Hammel, her eyes glued to her tablet which was on top of her stack of things in her hands. A book, a few folders. She wasn't on Pinterest though, but rather going over her schedule. Her tablet also acted as her planner and she had to check it at least once a day to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She didn't have another class to attend with Mojo until later in the afternoon and she'd met with her two trainees already today and so now she was just waiting for time to pass. To some, her habits might seem a bit obsessive, with how organized she kept her life, but it kept her sane, for the most part.

She looked up as she heard books clatter to the floor before her, one landing on her foot. She stopped and smiled at the friendly face before her. "Mister Hayes... it's quite alright," she assured him. "At times I attempt to carry more than I can hold as well." She tried to keep her eyes off of her tablet, off of her planning app, to look at him, to hold eye contact. It was strange being called Miss Wyatt all of the time. It sounded so proper. "I do."