I quickly exit the trance his words put me in and dramatically blink. "I don't know why we're friends," I decide to retort, which earns a pleasant grin from him. He can tell his words tripped me up; I just don't know why it satisfied him as much as it did.
I signify the conversation has come to an end by retrieving and opening my laptop. We work for a few hours before it's time for me to head back to my dorm. Because he's a gentleman, Dominic insists on walking with me. He even offers to carry my backpack. I agree and let him, ambling tiredly beside him.
"You know..." he starts and I turn to look up at him. I sometimes forget how tall he is, especially when we're sitting down for extended periods of time and he falls into a casual slouch. I'm only 5'4" and he's a whopping 6'0". "I kinda
