"Nonsense," Ameri chirped, her voice still honey-sweet. She picked up a stack of blank worksheets and began distributing them, working her way around the room. When she reached Taro’s table, she "accidentally" dropped the worksheets.
A murmur of protest. The lookout girl’s head snapped up. Taro hesitated. "I'm fine here."
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.
"Alright," Ameri said, straightening up. "I think the best way to learn is to get out of your seats. Pair up! Taro, you can work with me at the front. I want to go over some advanced reaction mechanisms."