Carlos looked down at the notebook and frowned slightly. “Huh? Oh, yeah, grab some seats,” he said. “And, uh… put that ‘definitely-not-a-pen’ away so nobody can see it…” He leaned in and dropped his voice lower. “I’ll explain in a bit. I’ll be right back.” Carlos hurried off to the wash room to get his scrape cleaned off. He hoped the guy followed his advice.
Sylvain froze for half a second, then stretched his neck in annoyance at himself. He’d been told this rule before, but then had managed to forget it amidst all the others. He quickly stowed both pen and notebook away, before getting them a booth by the window.
Carlos hurriedly scrubbed at his hands, which stung a little bit, and then dabbed at the spot on his elbow with a wet paper towel. When he deemed it clean enough he came out, still holding a folded up towel to the wound before going to the front counter for a band aid. Once he got one he located Sylvain and came back smiling.
“Got it!” he said triumphantly as he sat down across from him. He was glad the SSP hadn’t decided to pick him up. “Hey, mind helping me with this? I only have one hand to use.” He offered the band-aid to the other man.
The Perfect Scientist 