“Austin!” Mac flags him down at the entrance to the library, raising her voice enough to get an over-the-glasses look from Channery. She grins sheepishly. She looks disheveled, her hair all swept to one side, the collar of her uniform shirt askew. Everything about her indicates she should be exhausted, but she’s still standing, and she looks chipper doing it. It’s not even worth thinking about where she gets the energy.
if mac has a million fans i am one. if mac has a hundred fans i am one. if mac has ten fans i am one. if mac has one fan then it’s me i’m that fab