"Ah, Mr. Finch," the professor said, not turning from the board. "Nice of you to join us. Were you calculating the trajectory of your next goal?"
"Traffic, sir," Alex lied. The truth was he had been watching videos of Napoli.
"Take a seat," Clarke said. "Quietly. We are discussing uncertainty."
Alex sat next to Maya. She was wearing a shirt that said Schrödinger's Cat is Alive (Maybe).
"You look tired," Maya whispered.
"Juventus," Alex whispered back. "They defend with their elbows."
"I saw the header," Maya said. "Force distribution was optimal. But your landing mechanics were poor. You could have twisted an ankle."
"I will work on my landings," Alex smiled.
After the lecture, Alex walked out into the London drizzle.
Mark was waiting.
He was not in a car. He was not on a scooter.
He was on... a skateboard.
A longboard, painted neon green.
He was wearing knee pads, elbow pads, and a helmet with a GoPro camera attached to it.
