Is this a habit of yours?” he asks.

“What?”

“Dropping stuff whenever you first see me? It's kind of cute. Flattering,” he adds, straightening while easily holding all of my stuff in his giant arms.

I've recovered enough to roll my eyes. “Maybe the habit is connected to your urge to rifle through my private things every time you see me?”

“It's possible. Your stuff is so randomly interesting.” He eyes my science kit and then scans through the pile of papers in his hands. “You got any other lists that need checking off? College tuition aside, I'm also trying to save for a new car.” He laughs.

Autore: Anne Eliot