I came to acquaint myself with the young lady over breakfast." Roland nodded to the tray.
"Acquaint yourself? Over breakfast? Is that a metaphor?" Weylin's whisper carried throughout the room, but Bryce shook his head and nodded to Paden's quivering frame.
"Not now, dude. We'll have a Language Arts class later," Bryce said out of the corner of his mouth.
Autore: Nichole Chase