Peter giggled, feeling his cheeks flushed instantly. - It's just that I get along well with everyone. I'm sorry, I know I saw you, but I can't remember your name. - Oh, nothing, I probably didn't even introduce myself. My name is Kate Layberg. Well, what are you doing here, anyway? You don't usually come down here. - Yeah, well, I'm just waiting for my class, we've had a tour here this morning at 9:00 a.m., - Peter shook his shoulders, and Kate's eyebrow kicked out. - Midtown High School? - I... Yeah. - Well, I guess I'm your tour guide today, - Kate smiled. At that moment, a crowd of gaudy schoolchildren came through the front door, but they were all admiringly quiet, as soon as they got inside. Peter heard them grunting and aching as they headed towards him. To tell the truth, he understood them very well, he had been in their shoes himself. The design of the most banal reception area was so elegant, glossy, and at the same time technological, that it felt like you were at leas