Mathematics was one of Danny's favourite classes, and he spent the period bent over his work, fantically working out equations with the ease of someone who had the formulas down straight. When the bell went, he gathered his things together and jogged out of the classroom, nearly missing Rachel sitting there on the bench, looking lost.

"Whoa," he swerved and went to park beside her, worry written across his face. "Hey," he said, leaning close. "Missed you. You okay?"