At exactly three o'clock, Sharon walked into the school library. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning and keyboards clicking.
She spotted Dylan sitting at a table near the window.
He actually showed up.
Sharon walked over and placed her books on the table.
"You're late," Dylan said, glancing at the clock.
"It's exactly three," she replied.
"Still late."
She narrowed her eyes. "Do you want to do this project or argue all afternoon?"
Dylan raised his hands. "Alright, alright. Let's work."
Sharon opened her notebook. "The project is about environmental science. We need to research climate change and present possible solutions."
Dylan leaned back in his chair. "Okay, so what's the plan, boss?"
"I'm not the boss," she said.
"You kind of are."
Sharon ignored the comment. "We should divide the work. I'll do the research section and you can—"
"Wait," Dylan interrupted.
"What?"
"You think I can't do research?"
Sharon hesitated.
"Well… you don't exactly look like the research type."
Dylan sighed dramatically. "Wow. You really don't trust me at all."
"Should I?"
For a moment, Dylan didn't answer. Then he leaned forward.
"How about we both do the research?" he suggested. "Then we combine our ideas."
Sharon studied him carefully.
"Fine," she said slowly.
They began working in silence. Every now and then they exchanged notes or pointed something out in their textbooks.
For once, they weren't arguing.
But after nearly an hour, Dylan suddenly said, "You know something?"
"What?" Sharon asked without looking up.
"You're even more serious in the library."
She groaned. "Can you focus for five minutes?"
He laughed quietly.
And just like that, the argument started again.