He looked genuinely proud of himself.
“When’s your next exam?”
“Friday.”
“Do you feel good about it?”
He hesitated just a moment before smiling a bit too brightly. “Oh, yeah. Piece of cake.”
Tilting her head, she studied him with a frown. “What will it cover?”
“Classification of organisms. You know, prokaryotes and eukaryotes. Real basic stuff that everyone should know by college.”
And yet he didn’t sound at all confident that he did know the material that well. “I’d be happy to quiz you, if you like,” she offered diffidently. “Not that I’m implying you’re not ready, of course, but—”
“You’re sure? Because I wouldn’t want to be a nuisance to you. I really don’t expect you to help me study for every test.”
“I don’t mind,” she assured him. “This is a fairly slow week for me—which is a rarity, actually. I can spare a couple of hours to talk about plantae and such.”
“Eukaryotes, right?”
She smiled again. “Right. When’s a good time for you?”
“I have a class this evening. But I’m free tomorrow evening, if that’s good for you.”
“Yes, fine. I should be home by six.”
“Do you like pizza?”
The non sequitur made her blink, but she nodded. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll bring dinner.” He dug into his shirt pocket, pulled out a card and a pen, and scribbled on the back. “Here’s my cell number, in case something comes up. Don’t feel obligated for this if there’s something else you need to do.”
Even as she gave him her numbers in exchange, she couldn’t imagine anything cropping up that would be more tempting than having pizza and studying with Mike Clancy.
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