“I have to write a paper on Jane Austen. It’s not /hard/, I just can’t concentrate.” She forbore to mention that /he/ was the reason she couldn’t concentrate. “It’s not due for a couple weeks anyway, I just wanted to get a head start.” Summer turned the glass in her hands, looking down at the way the ice moved.
“Never read her stuff, sorry.” Isaac winced apologetically, before his eyes widened and he cast her an admiring glance. “See, I wish I could be like that. I was trying to do tomorrow’s maths homework but I gave up before I could finish it,” he commented with a crooked smile, before falling silent and watching her curiously.
She shrugged, uncomfortable. “It’s just this thing I do. If I go ahead and get things done, I can play and not feel guilty about it. And I’m not overwhelmed at the end. It just makes sense. Plus, I don’t know, somehow it seems to take less time if I go ahead and get things done.” With a sigh, she added, “But that’s clearly not the way things are going to be tonight. At least I got the photocopies I wanted, and I know where I’m planning to go with it. The writing won’t be that hard once I get all my thoughts straight.”