Hardy rings the bell of Luke’s mansion. A few seconds later, Luke opens the door, hair askew and ink staining his fingers and T-shirt.
“Oh, God. Thank you for coming!” Luke says, out of breath. He steps aside, giving passage for Hardy to enter his house. “I know you have other things to do on a Friday night, but I really need your help.”
“It’s no problem, Luke.” No problem at all. Hardy will never waste an opportunity to see Luke. Ever.
“Finals are next week, and I’m going insane,” Luke says as they climb the stairs to the second floor. “Six exams, and all of them cumulative. You know you’re evil, right? Cumulative finals suck.”
“They might suck, but they’re the best for long-term retention of information.”
“Well, right now, they’re a pain in my ass.” They walk down the hallway and in
