Oh, good. The perfect stranger didn't want him to shut up and leave him alone. That was always pleasant and infinitely preferable over the other option. If Lukas had been in his position and minding his own business, he probably would've been a little (or a lot) more on the icy side, and the classroom couldn't stand to get all that much icier without it being next-door to Santa. On the downside, Adrian could now be anywhere and anywhen from here to Tuesday. Lukas' only thought was that he really should have just left the package in the office and saved himself a wild goose chase. And he'd have to tell his brother to keep his phone charged and on next they met.

"Thanks," Lukas said, not unkindly and with a gracious hint of a smile. "I guess the idea of him being by a printer somewhere, sometime is a good few steps above having no ideas at all."

Lukas glanced down at the package when the man noticed it. It was a small, light thing, and it seemed more and more likely that there wasn't anything important in it, or that's what Lukas kept telling himself. He'd feel a little bad if he'd dumped something of dire importance on a desk like a pile of junk mail. "Yeah," he said, "I've been looking for him for a while now. I went to his office first, but it looks like he was in here back then. If you could point out the library to me though, I'd owe you one." Lukas gestured to the box. "It's from our mother."