[Being a teenager sucks ass. It may have been... oh god half his life ago, but he's not so old that he doesn't remember that much. When she heads for the door, he turns to go back to his seat and pick up his book again, but he looks up in surprise.
Then, a smile that's almost soft comes to his face.]
Sounds great. Maybe I'll brew an extra pot of coffee to pair with it. I think I've been hoarding just the thing.
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Then, a smile that's almost soft comes to his face.]
Sounds great. Maybe I'll brew an extra pot of coffee to pair with it. I think I've been hoarding just the thing.