“Idiots on the road and low visibility,” John kept telling Caitlin as he put some rain clothes and gadgets into their packs.
That look is so carefully calculated I wonder she didn’t work it out using paper and pencil.
She made it to the fridge and latched onto the door. She took a steadying breath.
...your teacher probably wouldn’t be too impressed with ‘bored, hungry, this, is, stupid’.
“Please, there’s no need to stand on ceremony for one such as you.”
"That would teach me to leave everything last minute," Kellan mumbled, his head still resting on the wooden table.
To make matters worse, the professor of this course was about as exciting as watching paint dry was. He always seemed sleepy and his voice was so monotone in nature, it was a wonder he never blacked out from self-inflicted boredom.
“No, no, it’s fine. If you put a foot wrong up there, you go through the ceiling. Need to know where to step.”
“Okay, you’re more doubtful than I am,” Tara grimaced, shifting the box in her arms. Something chinked. Probably her fandom mugs.
There was absolutely nothing that I could do. Fate had already marked out my destiny for me, and I was resigned to live by it.