Later that week Lyni got a message from Wolffe. It was to let her know times he was available for them to meet up to go over their final projects for class. She agreed to three clock on the friday and to meet at the library.

There wasn't many places inside the library that fit Lynis wheelchair, so they just took a bench outside of it and exchanged projects. This project was to take examples from the chosen five prompts, and show the improvements on the poems that they had written before doing a short write up on what they had learned. Another part of their grade was this classmate review.

Sitting together, heads bent over projects they seemed like and oddly matched pair. However they worked together in harmony for over half an hour; first reading over the poems before discussing them. As they had both brought two copies they both took notes as to what to improve on.

When they were finally done it was four fifteen and Lyni started packing up her bag when Wolffe spoke, "I was wondering…." she stopped and looked up at him, " would you like to get something to eat?"

She nodded, "That would be nice."

"It's fine if you…" then he realized what she said. "There is a restaurant a few blocks away that everyone says is good."

Smiling she answered, "It sounds like we should check it out." Then as he started to wheel her chair down the sidewalk, "It's not one of the Fett wonder places is it?"

That got him to laugh out loud, "No, I don't think my family would let me hear the end of it if it was."

He stopped talking, embarrassed. But she nodded sagely, "Like when Sava got his first kiss with all of us watching."

Stopping he leaned over to look in her face, "You watched your older brother kiss someone?"

"No we watched him get kissed, although he seemed to enjoy it." Smiling faintly at the memory they pressed on as she spoke, "It was a clear october night and Savage was going to get home late. So Maul, Carnage, Feral and I were all on the roof…."

Moments

A laugh rings, then dies.

A bird flies, then falls.

Soon bugs flit, then crash.

Sticks float along, then disappear.

All things come to an end

When will this?

Happy, sad, anger, mourning,

All go around in a circle.

Waiting for the next round

To set them free.

Where are you and me?