“Karras, wait up,” I say. “Why don’t we go grab a coffee before my walk-in?” She gives me a skeptical look. “What, you want to pretend to be friends now? Shoot the shit after class?” “I don’t know. Maybe?” I tilt my head slightly. “Or, you know, maybe I just wanted to hash this shit out with you real quick.” She raises a brow. “Hash what shit out, exactly?”
