Rk900 One-Shots

need any help?

The library was quiet, as usual, the sound of keys on a keyboard clicking traveled far because of that fact. Rectangular tables filled a large square space, two bookcases stretched along half the walls, aisles upon aisles of shelves spanned the rest. The tables were in spread clusters of four, six clusters were spread along the two floors. It gave off a historical, the affluent kind. Well, it had to be. After all, it was Sterling Heights High School for Design and Architecture. Despite the name, or at least how it sounded, there was only one student occupying the library. And she kind of wished she had some intelligent company.

Sure, she was one of the few attending that hadn't relied on a scholarship, having money had some benefits, but she now knew why there were so few. Maybe not just now, but her assignment was properly kicking her ass. It was over some English book that she couldn't have bothered to read if it weren't half her grade. Being a semester into her final year in high school, it was a big deal.

Having the library be so quiet, she could hear nearly every noise in the room, but not entirely. A hushed conversation was being held by the entrance. Being in the corner and in sight of the entrance, she just hoped they were there to help her with her homework. Judging by the attire of the two men speaking to the principal — both men hade completely different fashion tastes, she had decided — they weren't there to chat up about some fourteenth century plays. The one in the black suit was much taller and definitely more intimidating. He seemed to be an android based on the blue dot contrasting his dark hair. The man standing next to the android was outfitted in, what look to be, some jeans and a sweatshirt. Very professional.

"She's the only... everyone else is... seemed to lock themselves in."

"Taking it hard then... poor... any word from... How's the teachers handling..."

She could only make out some phrases and words. The entire conversation made her roll her eyes, only to huff out a sigh and try to focus back on her bullshitted essay. Only some editing to do and a little rethinking her life left to do. She popped her knuckles as she leaned into her computer screen. In the corner of her eye, she could see the tall android walk in her direction. Great.

Today was her lucky day.

The only thing she wished for was that he was at least a looker.

She was owed that much, she supposed.

"This seat taken?" The voice was smooth. Like some attractive male villain off some TV show. Definitely not a bad thing. It was surely something to bring her out of the rhythm she had desperately wanted to keep.

She paused, contemplating saying yes. Against her better judgement, she moved her open notebook closer to her side of the table, "Not at the moment, no."

There was never a more graceful action than when she watched him slide into the uncomfortable, plastic chair. He undid the front button on his suit jacket, the dark brass matching the blacked-out fabric that fitted him extremely nicely. Perhaps by a tailor. Judging by the engraving on the cuff links, this android was either rich, had rich handlers, or every CyberLife android was shipped off with gold-plated cuff links. Or, it was fake. Assessing the breast pocket logo quickly as she turned back to her laptop, it was Armani. And his tie-clip was engraved with CyberLife, also gold-plated. He was quite the expensive lad.

A wave of thick silence hung over the air like a cloud. Definitely not a library kind of silence.

"Do you need any help?"

She put down her navy pen, pulling her legs to cross Indian style, "Yes, but I do know you did not come over to talk to the only kid in this place to help them."