Frozen
Usually, Rachel enjoyed lunch supervision. As long as she had good company, which she had, she was often content. Yet, the hour spent with Eddie was not enough to calm her irritation, her sensitivity only growing with each out-of-tune warble that came from across the playground.
Excusing herself, she marched across the gravel, approaching the girls huddled underneath a tree.
"Girls, please! Will you try and keep it down?"
One girl chirped back- "Let it go, Miss."
They giggled between themselves as she returned to Eddie's side, his brows rising as if to ask what her problem was.
"If I have to hear that stupid soundtrack one more time..." she threatened.
He shrugged, hands shoved into his coat pockets. "I wouldn't say I'm a big fan of Frozen, but I don't mind that reindeer song, myself."