Puck Around And Fall
she said cheerfully, and went back to the espresso machine.
Finn arrived four minutes later, slightly out of breath, backpack over one shoulder, hair still damp at the edges from what I was guessing was post-practice. He dropped into the seat across from me, pulled out a battered copy of Gatsby with approximately four sticky notes in it — four, for a book with nine chapters — and looked at me with the expression of someone surrendering peacefully.
"Before you say anything," he started.
"Four sticky notes, Finn."
"I've been busy."