Eli and Owen were sitting at the plastic table with Arthur.

Eli was reciting the periodic table while tapping his foot against the metal table leg.

Owen was carefully unwrapping a peppermint.

He stopped the moment Claire walked in.

Arthur looked up from his vintage leather briefcase.

He saw Claire’s face and slowly closed the brass latches.

“We have a problem,” Claire said.

Eli stopped tapping his foot.