"Newton!" I jumped about a foot in the air and spun away from the whiteboard, blinking owlishly.
My own reflection blinked back at me from the window. The sun had gone down. When? I wasn't quite sure. The overhead lights had already been on since the day had been too dim and gloomy to go without them.
Meredith slipped through the door and shut it soundlessly behind her, turning the doorknob lock button as she did.
"What are you still doing here? It's nearly eleven," she said, bustling over to her desk across from mine and setting down a huge stack of papers, which bristled with multicoloured neon stickies.
I worked nights as often as she did; I just usually took my work home or burned the midnight oil in the lab.
"Just finishing the 101 midterm."
She sighed and pulled a face. Quite a face. Meredith had one of the most expressive ones I'd ever seen, with all her thoughts flickering over her features for everyone to see.
