About medium height, almost a five o clock shadow, but not quite. He speaks with a deadpan that could be construed as grumpiness, or he’s simply a guy who calls it like it is. But momentarily he’s not speaking. He’s googling. Furrowed brow, eyes scanning the pixels, forming black-lettered words. He’s on the clock. Every class – every goddamned class she beats him to it.
But not today.
His fingers nimbly type his keyword search, not a second to waste. Quick – control C. He glides the mouse from left to right. Quick – control V.
Boom!
He beat her. Finally.
Ha. I should've made the guys off limits. Too easy.
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