Nia Mitchell listened to Maxwell Peary's words and obediently nodded her head.
But—I've already complained in my heart countless times! Wait for you? Yeah, when hell freezes over! I've already decided that as soon as he leaves, I'm going to fall asleep, dead to the world and impossibly sound asleep.
"Good girl."
Maxwell leaned over to kiss her forehead, then turned around to leave.
SWOOSH. He opened the door and saw Yancy Hastings, hand raised, ready to knock again.
Seeing Maxwell, who had already opened the door, Yancy Hastings faltered. He looked awkwardly at his own raised hand, holding it there for a long moment before finally withdrawing it.
"So, you're out."
He coughed awkwardly, then managed a dry remark and stood still, unsure of his next move.
"Study."
