"Four." Abby tells Marcus as he sat reading his book in the corner away from everyone else; or he had hoped away from everyone else.
"Excuse me?"
"My lucky number. What about you?"
"How can you have a lucky number?" Abby shrugs giving him a toothless grin.
"You just do. Least I do."
"And you picked four? Why?"
"Why not?" Marcus rolls his eyes before returning to his book. Abby remains hoovering.
"You should be nicer to people."
"I'm not being mean. I just don't care Abby. Favorite numbers are dumb."
"Lucky numbers, And you're the dumb one Marcus Kane!"