Owen stood slightly in front of his brother, watching the exits.

He tracked a group of elite academy students walking past in heavy navy blazers.

“The paperwork is stalled,” Claire said.

She shoved her keys deep into her pocket.

“We’re going home early.”

Eli tapped his worn sneaker steadily against the asphalt.

“They posted the final bracket on the lobby monitors,” Eli said.

He spoke in a rapid burst of agitated words.