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he was ruining his body’s natural cellular turnover process by not getting enough sleep. “Anyway, I was up and I guess I’m really excited about this project. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I filled in some of the questions. Our business is going to be awesome.”
“Are you planning to start a business of your own one day?”
Zac’s smile faded. “No. I’m going to take over my family’s locksmithing business. According to my dad anyway.”
I thought about the no nonsense look of Zac’s dad and the way Zac’s body had instantly tensed when his dad walked into the room. “And what about according to you?”
Zac shrugged. He didn’t seem like himself at all now. His shoulders had slumped and his usual smile was replaced by a grim expression. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, almost robotically. “What about you? Are you going to run a business of your own?”
“I’m going to be a doctor. Maybe provide medical care in poor areas of the world.”
Zac’s eyes widened. “Wow. Really?”
“Yeah, I think it could be fun and very rewarding. Either that or I’ll go into genetics and try to figure out what makes us who we are. Like, how much of our personalities is influenced by our genes?”
“That would be awesome,” Zac said. “You could help people figure out whether they’re destined to always be short-tempered or a failure at math because their parents were.”
Or whether they’re destined to abandon their family because one of their parents did?
“Maybe you could even figure out exactly what a person’s personality will be like from the moment of their birth,” he went on. The animated Zac I was beginning to know had returned and he flailed his arms around as he spoke. “Or even before they’re born! You could create a whole new way of thinking about people and personalities. Maybe even figure out how to manipulate genes to get rid of a personality trait that isn’t as desirable as others.”
“This is all theoretical planning,” I reminded him. “First I have to get through med school and actually pass.”
“Oh, you’ll pass. You’re too smart to fail at anything.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. But maybe we should focus on passing business econ right now?”
“Oh,” Zac said, as if he had forgotten why I was at his house in the first place. “Right.”
He bent over the economics notebook, letting his dark hair fall forward over his eyes. I sneaked a glance sideways at him, studying his profile. I hadn’t noticed before how his nose turned up a tiny bit at the end. Or how he had one curl that hung down over his ear.
I coughed and turned away so Zac couldn’t see the flush I felt creeping up my neck.
Might as well try to get a move on with what I was hired to do. This seemed like a good enough opportunity. “I’ll bet you’re a lot smarter than you think.”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Zac said. “And most opinions disagree with you.” He gave me a grin, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Why do you do that?” I asked.
His brow creased. “What?”
“Put yourself down. I’m trying to compliment you and you turn it into a joke.”
Zac tapped his fingers on the book in his lap. “I like jokes.”
“Not everything in life is a joke.”
Zac cleared his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. Thank you for the compliment then.” He looked cute with the spots of color on his cheeks.
Why was I thinking about Zac being cute?
“You’re welcome,” I said, my own embarrassment making it impossible to maintain eye contact with him.
We were silent for a moment. I looked around the room, while my head screamed at me to think of something to say. Anything to fill the void.
Zac did it for me, thankfully. “So…we should get to work.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Why was it so hot in Zac’s house? I lifted the edge of my dress slightly, trying to flutter it around to create a breeze.
“We have to
“Are you planning to start a business of your own one day?”
Zac’s smile faded. “No. I’m going to take over my family’s locksmithing business. According to my dad anyway.”
I thought about the no nonsense look of Zac’s dad and the way Zac’s body had instantly tensed when his dad walked into the room. “And what about according to you?”
Zac shrugged. He didn’t seem like himself at all now. His shoulders had slumped and his usual smile was replaced by a grim expression. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, almost robotically. “What about you? Are you going to run a business of your own?”
“I’m going to be a doctor. Maybe provide medical care in poor areas of the world.”
Zac’s eyes widened. “Wow. Really?”
“Yeah, I think it could be fun and very rewarding. Either that or I’ll go into genetics and try to figure out what makes us who we are. Like, how much of our personalities is influenced by our genes?”
“That would be awesome,” Zac said. “You could help people figure out whether they’re destined to always be short-tempered or a failure at math because their parents were.”
Or whether they’re destined to abandon their family because one of their parents did?
“Maybe you could even figure out exactly what a person’s personality will be like from the moment of their birth,” he went on. The animated Zac I was beginning to know had returned and he flailed his arms around as he spoke. “Or even before they’re born! You could create a whole new way of thinking about people and personalities. Maybe even figure out how to manipulate genes to get rid of a personality trait that isn’t as desirable as others.”
“This is all theoretical planning,” I reminded him. “First I have to get through med school and actually pass.”
“Oh, you’ll pass. You’re too smart to fail at anything.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. But maybe we should focus on passing business econ right now?”
“Oh,” Zac said, as if he had forgotten why I was at his house in the first place. “Right.”
He bent over the economics notebook, letting his dark hair fall forward over his eyes. I sneaked a glance sideways at him, studying his profile. I hadn’t noticed before how his nose turned up a tiny bit at the end. Or how he had one curl that hung down over his ear.
I coughed and turned away so Zac couldn’t see the flush I felt creeping up my neck.
Might as well try to get a move on with what I was hired to do. This seemed like a good enough opportunity. “I’ll bet you’re a lot smarter than you think.”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Zac said. “And most opinions disagree with you.” He gave me a grin, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Why do you do that?” I asked.
His brow creased. “What?”
“Put yourself down. I’m trying to compliment you and you turn it into a joke.”
Zac tapped his fingers on the book in his lap. “I like jokes.”
“Not everything in life is a joke.”
Zac cleared his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. Thank you for the compliment then.” He looked cute with the spots of color on his cheeks.
Why was I thinking about Zac being cute?
“You’re welcome,” I said, my own embarrassment making it impossible to maintain eye contact with him.
We were silent for a moment. I looked around the room, while my head screamed at me to think of something to say. Anything to fill the void.
Zac did it for me, thankfully. “So…we should get to work.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Why was it so hot in Zac’s house? I lifted the edge of my dress slightly, trying to flutter it around to create a breeze.
“We have to
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