"Hurry up," Zack hissed from the doorway, already dressed, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a man watching a bus he couldn't miss pull away from the curb. "She's going to be gone by the time you get your shoes on."
Stan didn't waste time fussing. He shrugged into the first jacket within reach, slid on his shoes, and headed out at a brisk pace. Even in a rush, he looked like he'd planned it.
The campus square was already a circus.
Sophie Youngs had apparently made the mistake of crossing the open quad during peak morning foot traffic, and the result was predictable.
A small crowd had coalesced around her with the gravitational inevitability of moons falling into orbit, mostly boys, a handful of curious girls, all of them drawn by the same force: the simple, irresistible fact of Sophie Youngs being visible in public during daylight hours.
