For all I know, it’s someone from his classes and is looking for notes. No need to jump to— “Oh, yeah. I did. Sorry, I’ve been pretty busy.” —conclusions. Okay. Not class related. Still not going to look up. It’s not my business. None at all. Nope. My gaze flickers upward. Damn it. A tall, good-looking, hipster type wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt stands there smiling down at Kole. I growl. Wait … I growl? I clear my throat, and Kole’s eyes meet mine. “I, uh, made a mistake.” I scribble out the correct answer on my sheet and then wave my hand. “Carry on.”
