At one point, I laugh at a joke from the boys, and my neighbor, too, makes a movement next to me that causes his elbow to hit my arm slightly but a little painfully.
"Ouch," I groaned under my breath.
“Are you OK? I heard him ask next to me. I looked him in the eye and nodded.
He smiles at me and I swear to myself that I will never wash my arm again.
"What's your name, newspaper girl?" He pokes around and I feel like my head is about to collapse.
What is being done at the moment?
God, do you have the answers?
I feel an elbow next to me and glance briefly at my friend who motions for me to answer.
I looked back at the green-eyed boy who had his attention on me and I smiled nervously.
“Angie.
The guy nods and gives me a smile that makes my panties run away.
“Nice Angie, I'm Eydan.
