Your Table is Really Tabley

Marcus stood outside of the classroom door. He hurriedly walked here and didn't even give his classmates a chance to interact with him.

Seeing that there were no more students, he knocked twice and opened the door.

He then looked at Emily sitting in front of her desk, using her computer.

"Busy?" Marcus asked.

Emily stopped typing and looked at him. She fixed her glasses and said, "I might need a couple more minutes, I'm sorry."

Marcus chuckled "What are you sorry for? I'll check this school's cafeteria out, just ring me when you're finished."

"Mhm," Emily nodded and watched him walk out of the room.

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'She's working pretty hard on mundane things.' Marcus thought as he made his way through the halls.

The pathway was well moped almost every hour since robots were the ones doing it. There were large photos hung on the walls and trophies inside pedestals.