Chapter 29 Twenty Nine

• “Are you okay, Naya?” I dropped my pen because someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. “If daydreaming could make you rich, you’d already be in outer space buying your own planet.”
• “Damn you, Dex,” I replied, picking up my pen. We were in the library, and unfortunately, he spotted me staring off into space in a corner.
• “What’s bothering you?” He couldn’t help but ask as he played with the pages of the book I had picked up earlier.