The door opened, but instead of one of the two students, Gayle French came in, clipboard clutched to her chest as usual.<br/><br/>Peter grimaced, wondering what paperwork he hadn't handed in now.<br/><br/>Gayle saw his look, she knew what he thought of her, she even knew the nick name the staff had for her, but she was determined not to let her face show how much, it hurt, nor how much she would have liked him to look at her in a different way entirely.<br/><br/>“I have your invitation to the staff ball for you Peter” she said keeping her voice calm and matter of fact, holding the envelope out to him.  “I am sorry yours was delayed, the clerk didn't have the the current staff list.”