Post by Franklin Torrie on Feb 18, 2017 22:02:20 GMT -5
Frank occupied a seat at an empty table twiddling his thumbs. He knew he had no right to complain because he was always late for stuff, but he was still annoyed. If it wasn't for the exam he had to sit for the following day, he would have disregarded the owl and taken a nap. The person was nice enough to hold on to the notes he left behind in class and arrange a time to meet and return them, so not showing up would have been a butthead thing to do. Twenty minutes had gone by before Frank turned to the page he had left off, and began reading his latest romance novel.
