The doorknob clicked, and all four of them froze like children caught drawing on walls.
"Okay, stay calm," Rylan whispered.
"I am calm," Casen whispered back.
"No, you're not," Elaine muttered, returning to her task of organizing papers.
Enzo pushed the door open, stepping inside with one of the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow and his blazer draped over one shoulder. He glanced between the four, giving a small nod. "...Hello," he murmured, setting his backpack down by the door.
Casen made a strangled sound that tried to be "hello," but came out closer to a dying squeaky toy.
Enzo inhaled slowly, pushing a hand through his hair. "...Why are you all here?"
No one answered. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why is Luca sitting on the floor?"
Luca lifted the broom that was sitting next to him. "It attacked me."
"It fell," Elaine murmured.
"Violently," Luca corrected.
Enzo didn't even react, just nodded. "I see."
