A hint of pink bloomed on her cheeks. “I noticed. Thank you for doing the bare minimum.” She blinked. “Again, what are you doing here? Do you need me to teach you how to read?”
I burst out laughing. “You’re kind of mean for a shy girl.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I know you can read.”
The grin stayed glued on my face. I liked this side of her. “It’s okay, bookworm. I know you jest. I’m here to check up on you and see if you’ve done your homework.”
She froze. “My homework.”
“Yep. Since you get off on having homework, I thought I better make sure you did it.” I winked and her eyes widened.
“I don’t get off on having homework,” she hissed. “And no, I haven’t done it.” Her cheeks reddened further, even in the dim light at the back of the bookstore.
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