"You don't have class?" I ask, walking over to the side of the counter opposite from Harlan and leaning my elbows on the table top, batting my eyes at him.
"I don't," he says, dog-earing a page on his book before shutting it altogether. He places his forearms on the counter too and stares back at me. "Not until this afternoon. I trust you don't either, or you would have prepared. You know, like setting an alarm?" he eyes me knowingly.
"I have class at noon... okay, and a class at nine."
He c***s his head and looks at me, judgement plain in his eyes. "You can't expect to do well on your final if you're skipping class a week before, Shaw."
"Newsflash, Harlan, it's intro to bio, so I was never gonna do well on it in the first place."
Finally, he cracks a smile.
That leaves me and him ju
