Chapter 136

• Luke
• The clack of the keyboard on the other table is soft and shouldn't bother me, but it does. Maybe it's because I know who's typing and what she looks like today, with her hair in a loose braid and the added liner that highlights her green eyes. Maybe it's because, despite how many times I've tried to nitpick everything as she accused me of, she retaliates by doing such a good job that even the perfectionist inside me is impressed.
• Or maybe it's because I'm ashamed of how I'm acting while still annoyed with how aloof and cold she is.