“Contrary to what you may believe, or the shitty impression I gave with the whole ‘be my schoolwork slave,’ I’m not a complete dickhead.” I lean forward. “I wouldn’t invite you, order a pizza, and expect you to pay for any of it.” “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.” A chuckle leaves me, and she grins at her joke, but hides it by focusing on pulling her laptop from her bag. “Pepperoni isn’t boring, by the way.” She looks to me and pops a brow with a playful grin. “It’s a classic.” Damn straight it is.
