It turned out that being locked inside the library wasn't a huge deal—they even had a sofa lounge where they crashed for the night.
By morning, the janitor unlocked the door, and Tabitha and Reid strolled out like it was just another part of their routine, heading to the cafeteria for breakfast.
"Yo, locked up here again, Reid?" the janitor asked casually, leaning on his mop.
"Yeah," Reid replied with a shrug, clearly unfazed.
Tabitha fixed the janitor with a look that balanced playful menace and exasperated humor. "Hey, mister, aren't you supposed to be our alarm clock and chauffeur, not our jailer? You locked us in like we're contestants on some twisted reality show. If your laziness gets us into trouble, I'll be chasing you down so hard you'll wish you'd taken up sprinting. And trust me, you'd better start practicing those running shoes, because I'm not known for my patience when it comes to incompetent janitors!"
