Kyle's study group kept working through lunch, adding trays of food to their stacks of books. This was common in the medical program, the joke being that used copies of Harcourt's Magical Anatomy cost ten dollars more at the campus bookstore because you could feed two people with what had been spilled on the pages. Either way, Kyle was due on shift as soon as lunch was over, so he started concentrating more on his meatloaf than the trollish cardiovascular system.
Elizabeth sat quietly at a small table by herself, eyes down and headphones on. If Kyle weren't doing something else, she might have sat with him, but he looked busy. It didn't matter, though. She liked eating alone, being able to listen to her music and enjoy a peaceful moment in the middle of the school day.
if i'd oblige / the odds are i'd find / what makes a man is inside, inside, inside