She wasn’t in class for the test on Thursday. When I saw her next, she had a sheepish look on her face. She knew what I was thinking. And I knew that she knew.
“You missed the test last week.”
“I had an assignment for another class.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” I said smiling. “Skip my class for an assignment in another!”
“I know,” she said. “I’m that guy.”
I laughed.
“Can I make it up today during class?”
“No.”
“Misterrrr,” she said in mock complaint.
“I know,” I said. “I’m that girl.”
She laughed.