He gave her his charming smile, stretching out in the sun. "We'll work on it, Sparky." * * * "Répète après moi," he replied playfully. "C'est facile."
She nodded slowly, returning back to her popsicle. "Sounds good." *** She was quiet for a moment, as if preparing to face embarrassment. "...C'est facile?"
He laughed a little, and it might almost seem that he was a little proud of her, but it fell away quickly as he seemed to remember where he was. "Ahem. Right. I'll go tell Baptiste to start. You should get some sleep... he'll bring it to you in bed, if you'd like."
She seemed to sense the tone, maybe looking a little bit sad to get rid of her smile before nodding. "Alright. Thank you."
Theresa walked down the hallway, casually storing her textbooks in her messenger bag before pulling her helmet off her head.
She looked up, her hand in her hair as she ran her fingers through her curls, giving them life again. "Oh. Are we speaking now?" she asked. It was hard to tell if she was sarcastic, but she sounded sincere. "I assumed we weren't speaking anymore."
He squinted at her for a moment before continuing. "I'm starting a club. Murder mystery club. You should join. It's to solve the murder."
She seemed interested in this, but in a strange way. He would find it almost impossible to pin down. "How did you manage to get that approved by the school?"
"That doesn't make sense. You and I don't talk," she said, seeming confused. "You think I insult you."
