ZOYA
I roll my neck and blow out a big breath. Enough of the hockey talk already. I have had enough of telling each person I have met tonight that I may major in education or art or some combination of the two. More than enough of the smiling and laughing while people tell me again and again what a wild man my brother was up until recently. It is the same, always, and I just want to go back to my room to study.
"What's wrong?" Georg asks as Irina gets into a conversation with Pam about sexual harassment in the workplace.
I have to roll my eyes. "She never stops."
"Irina?" he asks, glancing at my sister with her crazy-ass outfit and hair before shrugging. "She has always been loud about the things she cares about."
I just shrug back at him.
"Thanks for coming tonight," he says. "It means a lot. The guys were all excited to hear that you were coming to school here."