Alpha Theo
I sigh, still chuckling as I fish my granola bar out of my jacket pocket, tearing open the wrapper.
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday that you shouldn’t eat in here?” Brooke murmurs, gaze still transfixed on her monitor.
I take a big bite, chewing. “Gotta keep this body fueled, kid,” I say, patting my abs.
Her eyes flicker to my stomach, then back to her computer, hands typing furiously.
Click. Click. Click.
“So Green Day… is that your favorite band?”
She stops, whipping her head over to look at me. “What are you doing?”