Choosing You
He’s smiling so at least he doesn’t think I’m the rudest person in the world for not listening to him.
“I was just admiring your work ethic. Even on your day off, you’re here.”
“Sorry to break it to you,” I smile in return. “But we’re here in a studying capacity.”
He clutches his chest. “That hurt.”
“The truth usually does,” Sabrina says, opening another text.
He laughs, adjusting a pair of gold-framed lenses on his face.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I say, pointing to the lenses.
“All that staring at computer screens and tiny text screwed up my twenty-twenty. I don’t need them all the time,” he shrugs.