"What are you doing?"
Eliza jumped where she sat, her gaze jerking up from the table. She was in the Arts clubroom, using the supplies after asking permission from the president. Marco was looking down at her with a frown on his face, his hands in his pockets.
"Making props for our party's games," she answered him, waving a hand around the table. "These pingpong balls are for the Minute to Win It games. I'm decorating them to look like snowman faces."
He picked up a decorated ball from the basket and studied it. "How do you play this game?"
"I'm not telling you," she teased. "You might practice for it."
His lips twitched and he put the ball back down. Then he sat across her and picked up a black marker.
"You need to ask for help for these kinds of things, Eliza," he muttered.
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