Pajea had been sitting upright, completely still aside from anxiously wringing her hands, for about ten--no, twenty minutes by now. She had set out a binder of some past club member pieces, a clipboard with a sign-up sheet, and a small bowl of candy for 'incentive'.

Honestly, the only real bad thing about the booth was just the girl sitting on the other side of it. Pajea's expression was concentrated, and somewhat fierce. She seemed to be muttering something under her breath, but the words were inaudible.