Chapitre 92: Chapter 92

Reed didn't care about my mood disorder; he just started pumping me for information. "Tell me about your classes?" he asked after we placed our orders.

Someday I'd get the unsociable girl attitude down properly. I gave in with a small puff of air, which moved a few flighty strands of hair from my face. "There are only two this semestermath and English. At the rate I'm going, I'll graduate from college in ten years."

"You're taking an advanced math course."

"I tested out of basic, took two math courses last semester, and decided to push myself a little this time. I know it's weird, but I like anything to do with numbers. "

"Do you ever play Sudoku?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not anymore. They're too easy."

"Prove it." He stood up and walked to the diner's front counter, grabbing a newspaper.

I used to play the puzzles from the newspapers at the library, but seriously, they became too easy. He went through the paper and folded it before placing it in front of me.