I'd been stupid enough to think the morning would improve after breakfast. Rookie mistake.
The library felt colder than usual as Cassidy and I settled at the massive mahogany table that dominated the center of the room. Real libraries have that hushed, paper-scented atmosphere that makes you want to whisper. This one—all twenty-foot ceilings, leather-bound first editions, and custom shelving—felt like somewhere people got murdered in mystery novels.
"So," I said, pulling out my laptop and chemistry notebook. "You wanted to talk about the math test?"
Cassidy perched on the edge of the table instead of sitting in a chair like a normal person. Her jean shorts rode high on her thighs, and she swung one leg back and forth, combat boot dangling from her toes.
"Yeah."
One word. Super helpful.
I waited for her to continue while my laptop booted up. The silence stretched between us until it became obvious she wasn't going to elaborate.
