“You’re weird.” She aggravatedly punches the keys, typing a few very basic questions. “And you’re no fun. Are you minoring in anything?” I read off her question from the screen. “I’m not, but you can ask me anything; I’m an open book. For now, you’re going to have to wait your turn because it’s mine. If you could watch any show for the rest of your life, which would it be?” “I don’t watch TV.” “You’re lying.”
