Just then a library patron rounded the corner and gave us both a cross look. Oops. We had been getting louder, even if we hadn’t reached indoor voice level.

“Shh!” said a voice behind us. I thought it was the librarian, but to my surprise it was Danny, who must have been very pleased to find out it was me making all the noise, and came to torture me.

“Danny.” I said coolly. “How nice of you to stop by!” I said this even louder than my whispered conversation with Justin, and in a sweet voice with a fake smile.

“Who’s this?” he nodded his chin at Justin.

“My research partner.” I stated.

“For psych? Hmm, you could have done better.” He sized up Justin.

“You mean You?” I queried, playing his game, but not getting too defensive.

“Yeah, ditch this guy and partner with me,” he suggested.

“In your dreams! Run along, Danny,” I condescended.
“I’m watching you!” he threatened, but left us alone.

“What was that?” a stunned Justin asked.
“Danny’s jealous of you. He’s been trying to capture me since seventh grade!