Summer slung her arm around Harry’s waist cheerfully, pulling her along. “Come on. I’m tired of students. I’m ready for some adult conversation.”
Harry laughed, shaking her head. “Too true. I’m ready to spend time with someone who doesn’t remind me that I’m barely older than them.”
“How about,” Summer murmured slyly, “someone who reminds you that they are the same age?” She lifted her eyebrows, smile picking up a flirtatious quality.
Summer closed the door quietly behind her.
—tomorrow night—
“Hey, are you ready? It’s time.”
“Drink time? Yes. I can do drinks.”
Summer slung her arm around Harry’s waist cheerfully, pulling her alone. “Come on. I’m tired of students. I’m ready for some adult conversation.”
“Short attention span theatre,” Summer teased. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it, then. Tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night. Drinks, I promise. I swear I’m a fun person when I’m not grading.”
Summer closed the door quietly behind her.
—tomorrow night—
“Hey, are you ready? It’s time.”
Summer laughed a little. “Whereas I think mine may wind up being mostly practical. There just aren’t that many books that talk about what I’m covering, and I don’t really want to step on Deucalion’s toes too hard.”
Harry shrugged. “I feel like practical goes over better sometimes. I love books, personally, but the kids can get antsy and prefer the real life examples sometimes.”
“Short attention span theatre,” Summer teased. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it, then. Tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow is good. You’re assigning papers already?” Summer asked, her eyes twinkling. “It’s a good thing I’m not a student, I think I would fail your class.”
“They’re small things. I don’t have as much practical in my class, so I have to start somewhere.” Harry shrugged lightly. “It does make me ‘that teacher’ though, who’s already assigning papers.”
Summer laughed a little. “Whereas I think mine may wind up being mostly practical. There just aren’t that many books that talk about what I’m covering, and I don’t really want to step on Deucalion’s toes too hard.”
“I already have papers to grade tonight that I promised I’d get back. Tomorrow? Because I haven’t had nights off in forever and I always spend them sitting around at home.”
“Tomorrow is good. You’re assigning papers already?” Summer asked, her eyes twinkling. “It’s a good thing I’m not a student, I think I would fail your class.”
