“Because you’re little?” He laughed. “And you’re Shannon.” Grinning, he shrugged. “Little Shannon.” Fair enough. “Well, I just wanted to ask if you were okay.” Shifting uncomfortably, I clasped my hands together. “After what happened at lunch today?” “It’s all good,” he told me, smile still in place. “No worries.” “Okay.” Shrugging helplessly, I added, “But for the record, I think you’re really smart.” His brows shot up. “Me?” “You,” I confirmed quietly before slipping out of the room.
