New job, new school and it's supposed to be cake. They're gradeschoolers. It's a simple gig and supposed to be good for, well, getting him used to people again.

This is a terrible idea and can only end badly but until that happens he's just gonna do as best he can. Sit behind the desk, keep his bad eye to the wall so it doesn't bug the kids and the kids don't startle him, check in books, check out books. Easy peasy. Hell they even let him listen to music when it's slow, which it isn't since they've got a class coming in. Martha's out sick so he's at the front today away from his little nook and his wall and he's open on all sides and hello tall drink of water. The reflex to flirt kicked past the instinct to panic and he responds with a wide smile. "Hey yourself. Having fun with the herd?"