“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 curricular activities to my list.”
“List?”
“As per request of my unc
