I snort. “My aim wasn’t off. I was going for Val—wait, you saw?”
“First row ticket to the clown show.”
“I didn’t see you in physical.”
“That’s because I’m good at making myself invisible. That, and I’ve already been through my transformation, and I don’t have a partner. So I’m excused to sit out, but not from attending class, unfortunately.”
I cross my arms, shifting my weight. “What are you doing here?”
“I do believe I go to school here?”
“No. At the library?” I ask, my voice thick with annoyance. “Can’t imagine you’re here because you enjoy reading.”
“I actually love reading,” he replies with raised brows. “And I need a part-time job.”
I scowl down at his clothes. No doubt, expensive. “Yeah? You don’t look like you need the money, bud.”
“No, I don’t. But I need to add extra curr
