A strange, tangled expression sweeps over her, as if she’s at battle with her own mind and has no idea what she’s even thinking, making it impossible for me to guess. And I’m kinda feeling like being a dick. Tutor Girl wants me to hurry, huh? I scoot my chair back to stand and her eyes follow my every move. “I’m gettin’ a coffee. Be back.” She begins to say something, but I don’t wait around to hear it. I walk toward the front of the library, where a coffee bar sits.
