Biff looked up. He was still noticing things being off. And Zelda didn't seem very different, but what she was doing did. "Zelda?"
She looked at him. "Yes....um...."
"Biff," he said. "Biff Meadows." That wasn't helping. Did he really look that different?
"What is it?" She asked.
Erika jabbed him in the side gently for some reason.
"There's something weird going on around here today," he said.
"Oh, like what?" Zelda asked him.
"Biff just...isn't feeling well," Erika said. "We didn't mean to bother you with it."
"Oh...Well, I hope you feel better," she remarked. "Nice meeting you, Beff." She walked off.
Erika smiled until Zelda was gone, then looked at Biff annoyed. "What was that about? Are you trying to embarrass us in front of Zelda Whitefield?"
"Since when did you care about what Zelda thinks?"
"I don't know what's up with you today....but snap out of it before we get in trouble."
He followed her lead, reluctantly. "She didn't even get my name right. She called me Beff."
"Maybe that's a good thing. Are you ready to get back to work?"
