[no one prompted this, I just wanted to write it :P]
“He did not!” Fitz chortled as he wiped at the corners of his eyes.
“Fitz, it’s Milton. I’d not put asking me via a pro-con list to take him back past him.”
“The calligraphy is impressive,” Fitz noted, leaning across her to try to get a better look at the letter.
“It’s color-coded, too, which is actually rather considerate,” Jemma mused. She was careful to hold it out of his reach.
“Just let me see it, Simmons.”
“Absolutely not! You’ll only tease me.”
“I won’t, I promise.” He sat back, giving her space, and held his hands up. “I’ll be very respectful.”
“You should be studying anyway,” Jemma muttered, and she eyed him warily as she lowered the letter back to the table between them.
“Not a chance,” he snickered, and he darted forward, grabbed the letter out of her hand, and bounded away.
“Fitz!” she cried, library propriety be damned. “Oh – Gita, would you watch our things for a moment?”
Her confused classmate nodded and watched, open-mouthed, as Jemma Simmons, expected class valedictorian, ran after Fitz.