Surprisingly, today was off to a productive start. Odie got the urge to stop by the library, something they’d been intending to do for a few days on end. They were considering picking up a graphic design class next semester and wanted at least a primitive understanding of color theory. They reached the section containing the classification number they were looking for. Unfortunately, a girl stood directly in the way of the author they’d researched, looking far too distracted to be doing a thorough inspection of the bookshelf. “Uh,” they greeted. “Excuse me, cupcake. You’re kind of in the way,” Odie said with an awkward scoff. They avoided looking at Davika, as if that would erase the fact they just told her to move.