Babysitting The Bad Boy
Maybe I am a nerd.
Zeke, will you stay out of my head please?
"I guess I'm working with you," I look up and find Mason Conway sitting in front of me.
I smile, butterflies arising in my stomach.
He brings a chair to my table and we start the experiment, putting holes on each end of the egg.
"Would you like to do the honours?" He asks, holding the straw out for me.
"Sure," I smile happily and take the straw, then blow through it, making the egg yolk come out into a beaker.