"Why are you studying if it's summer?" I asked, seeing that she has many books, pages filled with calculations, and a calculator on the bed.
Her cold eyes look at me. I know the last thing she expected was for me to start talking to her about studying, but I feel nervous. It's been a long time since I managed to be in the same space with her for more than three seconds, and now I have to take advantage of it. My brain doesn't work very well when it comes to her.
She sighs, gathers her hair into a ponytail, and looks at me.
"Math relaxes me."
My smile is automatic. Of course, I should have imagined that would be her answer, a very correct response for her. Personally, math does the opposite for me, stressing me to impossible levels. She is totally different from me.
"It's better for yo
