I take a bite of my food, then pause, curiosity getting the better of me. “What about you? What’s your future plan like?”
Her fingers rub together as if she’s been waiting for me to ask. “Me… I want to graduate summa c*m laude and rub it in Zhao Lan’s face.” She giggles. “If I win the grant, I want to start a business. I feel like I’ve been working for other people forever, and I want it to be the reverse soon. But if I don’t win, I’m really hoping for a decent job… six-figure earnings would be nice. And…” Her smile lifts, teasing. “I want to be a WAG.”
I bite my bottom lip, heart skipping. Damn. Just that one sentence, and I know I’m going pro right after college if I want to make that come true.
“I’m gonna make you a WAG,” I say confidently. “Soon.”
“Is that a promise?” Her eyes spar
