After swimming about in the pool for a bit, Ana had decided to go to the library to read while Eve went to fetch them some lunch.
"Whatcha reading'?" Glancing up from the printed words, Ana pursed her lips at the kid who looked rightly pissed off. The last time they'd spoken, she'd left him lying in a heap on the floor of the gym upstairs.
What was his name again? "None of your business."
When he plucked the book from her hand, she just stared up at him blankly.
"A textbook?" He frowned. "You're too young for this."
"Maybe you're just slow," was her sharp reply.
Tossing the book over his shoulder, he pulled out the seat next to her, plopping down so that his hands were clasped in front of himself. "Anyway," he went on, clearly unbothered by her verbal jabs, "I thought we could
