-atom 084- Ameri Ichinose Sneaked Into The Room Pretending To Tutor Students Guide

A collective groan rose from the six students scattered at two long tables. Perfect. Stoichiometry was the universal language of teenage despair. It was the perfect cover.

Ameri smiled, pulling off the wire-rimmed glasses. She tossed them into a recycling bin. A collective groan rose from the six students

She packed her borrowed textbook, gave a little wave, and walked out the door. She didn't run. Running was a tell. She walked with the measured pace of a teacher who had a faculty meeting to attend. gave a little wave