…Did that just happen?
INT. STUDENT UNION BASEMENT – DAY
(nodding slowly) Yeah.
Maya sighs, pulls a crumpled energy bar from her jacket, and tosses it to him. He catches it without looking. That’s how long they’ve been friends.
That’s deep for 11 a.m.
He turns and walks back toward the boiler room. The door closes behind him with a soft, final click .
From the shadows near the boiler room, a figure emerges. It’s PROFESSOR HENDRIE, tweed elbow patches and all, holding a half-empty mug of something brown that might be coffee or might be existential dread.
Hendrie sets his mug down on the vending machine. The machine hums angrily.
…Did that just happen?
INT. STUDENT UNION BASEMENT – DAY
(nodding slowly) Yeah.
Maya sighs, pulls a crumpled energy bar from her jacket, and tosses it to him. He catches it without looking. That’s how long they’ve been friends.
That’s deep for 11 a.m.
He turns and walks back toward the boiler room. The door closes behind him with a soft, final click .
From the shadows near the boiler room, a figure emerges. It’s PROFESSOR HENDRIE, tweed elbow patches and all, holding a half-empty mug of something brown that might be coffee or might be existential dread.
Hendrie sets his mug down on the vending machine. The machine hums angrily.
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