I shook my head and cleared my thoughts as I turned back to the page on the screen. His age has nothing to do with me. But even as I thought it, I felt like I was lying to myself.
“You seem to be thinking pretty hard there, Amy.” His voice, once again, made me jump. I hadn’t realized that the class was over. I was still fully absorbed in what I was reading and this time I let out a squeak. He chuckled as he settled next to me with his laptop.
“Um yeah.” I wiped my face. “This is all confusing.” I waved my hands at the screen and he nodded.
“Yeah, but I don’t think it was hacking principles that made you make that face.” He turned to me. “So spill.”
“How old are you?” I blurted it out and then winced.
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“Why do you want to know?” He leaned back in his seat
