"The custodial closet," she explained, gesturing toward it. She pulled a key from a pocket (she had lots of pockets) and unlocked the door, throwing her books in and grabbing some other ones. She spoke as she worked. "There is no way in hell I'd carry this all around with me all day, and this closet is nestled right in the middle of my route every day, so I borrow it."
Her tone and the mischievous smile on her face hinted this 'borrowing' was only very distantly related to actual borrowing.
"We're going to be late. Let's get goin', Rowan."
"Eowyn," he corrected, in a voice too quiet for her to pick up.
As they walked down the halls beside each other, he looked over at her with a cautious smile, and his mind finally found a subject it could settle on.
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