A sigh escaped Elvis as he leaned against the door. Picking up on her sorrow, he shifted a little. He should have entered sooner but had to wait until the teacher walked past so he would not be seen. Running his fingers through his hair, he heard Clover walking toward him and turned, trying to smile reassuringly at her. "I was going to have lunch when I heard them. Would you like to join me?" he asked.
Clover nodded and walked in front of him, looking down. Following her out one of the side doors, he took the other side of a bench she chose. The smell of her nervousness filled the air. "I do not think we have officially met as yet. My name is Elvis Turner," he introduced himself.
Clover looked over at him, smiling shyly. "I am Clover Steven."
"Nice to meet you, Clover." They both pulle
