Harry offered Olivia an interested and appreciative smile before turning his head to the shiny-haired guy to the side. He definitely didn't seem like the type to enjoy the rest of the collection's company; by collection he purely meant himself and the inked up blonde he'd been doing so well with. Leaning in his chair, he stretched over the plastic covered chipboard desk to peer over at the book in question. The kid was clearly a lot more intelligent than Harry gave him credit for. 

Olivia's comment was cut short when Harry turned his head to the brunette off to the far right. 
"Don't-" She turned with a shocked and somewhat annoyed expression. "We can hear you rolling your eyes." 

"Of course you can," Emily glared with enough sarcasm in her voice to spread over several sandwiches. She folded the lip of her notepad clothes, hands protecting it neatly on the desk before her. "He's an ass."

"Halloween, last year? I remember. No wonder you looked familiar." Harry added with the shit-eating grin of someone who knew a little too much. Emily shook her head, tongue behind her lips. "You were so into it that it was a little embarrassing. I mean I'm taking it as a compliment, after all." Hand on heart. "Seriously though, you should probably lay off the drinking if it makes you that crazy." The pair shared polar opposite expressions before Harry finally exploded in more laughter. 

"I'm Harry, that's Emily. You guys are?" Emily rolled her eyes once again and turned back in her seat, with every intention of ignoring the idiot. A tiny hand reached up to tuck her hair gently behind her ear before returning to the collection of useless notes she'd been making all afternoon. Useless calculations and brief notes she needed to keep in mind throughout the day.