Utrecht – Rotterdam Alexander

Like everyone in this compartment, Tycho had an open study book in front of him. Something-something anatomy, but he kept getting distracted. The beeping and vibrating of his phone, lady-behinds passing by and the frantic typing of the girl next to him. What would she be writing? Tycho tried peeking at her screen, but couldn’t make out what it was about.  After ten minutes, she tapped the shoulder of the boy in front of her and passed her laptop without explanation. Passing notes in the year 2019. Tycho held in a chuckle and suppressed the urge to raise his hand. No one likes a tattletale!