"Oh, I remember the gossip about the students from my last place of work," Psyche assured him, the little dramas of kids always a conversation piece. "But that had been a primary school, so the dramas were less fueled by hormones."
As Psyche slipped through the door to the cafeteria she smiled brightly, stepping unconsciously into a beam of sunlight that lit her warmly. Psyche had a habit of finding the perfect lighting, although often didn't notice it herself.
"This is lovely," Psyche said with complete sincerity. "The yellow walls are so cheerful!"