XENIA
I’ve had at this equation a million times in the past one hour, what the hell was I doing wrong?
I ripped out the piece of paper and squeezed it into the pile of papers on my left, dropping my head in my palms to think of another approach to question. I was in over my head about a question I probably wouldn’t have to attempt in a number of years since I’d found it in a year four college textbook.
But that’s the thing about me, I never accepted defeat.
“You’re stacking up quite the nerd mountain there, Jones,” that teasing edge and sluggish drawl in his voice, it unsettled me.
I looked up at him and saw that he was holding a steaming paper cup which was definitely filled with mocha, I could smell the sweet chocolatey scent from where I sat.
“It’s Xenia to you, like everyone else
