“That’s predictable,” I replied.
“Predictable?”
“That’s every angsty boy’s favorite classic book.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Like you’re any less transparent. I bet I can guess your favorite classic. It’s A Christmas Carol, isn’t it?”
I was dumbfounded. “How did you know?”
“You said you mainly listen to Christmas music, your ringtone is ‘Jingle Bells’, and your outfits always incorporate red or green.”
“Mr. Nichols.” The manager came over to us. “We’re ready for you. Please follow me.”
“Fans await,” Jay said to me. “You’re on top of rescheduling the school visit from this morning, right?”
“Um, yes,” I said, shaking off my stupor. “We can make it up tomorrow. The principal asked me to call her back at their lunch break.”
“Good work.” He patted my arm and left me alone, if you didn’t co
