Leah made her way towards the exit, leisurely enjoying her ice cream. But as she glanced around, she spotted a familiar figure near the lockers. Pausing, she squinted and recognized him — it was Orson.
He was hurriedly opening locker number 05, pulling out a yellow envelope, and shoving it into his backpack while glancing nervously around.
*What’s he up to?* Leah thought as she finished her ice cream and tossed the napkin in the trash. She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Orson, what are you up to?”
Orson nearly jumped out of his skin, looking at her as if he’d been caught red-handed. He instinctively clutched his bag tightly, one hand pressing down on the envelope as he stammered, “Le... Leah, just, um... picking up something. Done now, so I’ll head out.”
“What’d you pick
