"I work here in the library," I said.
"Swell," she snarked. "Want me to help you shelve some books?"
"I had to put some things away in the recording studio a while back," I said, snaking my arm around Beth again (after double-checking once more that the coast was still clear). "Ms. Sarniochi gave me the code to the lock. I think I still have it in my phone."
We barely had the presence of mind to grab our laptops and other stuff from the table before we hustled into the seldom-used back stairwell and from there down to the basement.
The recording studio is a small room in the basement of the library. A minor rock star who was an alumnus had gifted the school, out of the blue, a complete, modern, professional recording suite. It had been fun my Sophomore year when it had arrived and ther
