29.

Enzo:

"So officially Mr Larson is off my great understanding chart..." I strolled past Daniel with a can of soda in my hands, who seemed to be doing a double check on the contents packed into his backpack. "that man kept raging on and on about haemoglobin and it's use in the body, moving the pictures on the slideshow indecisively— from big zoom to normal again. I swear by the time an hour was over, my eyes were begging for mercy and my head throbbing. I don't know what made him like that this week, but it's either the topics really get to him or, he's just going through a phase." He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the pad of his index fingers on the sides of his head.

I tapped away on my phone, forgetting the fact that I had company and he seemed to be talking to me.

"Dude... You weren't listening were you?" Daniel deadpanned, cocking a brow at the obvious. He cast his eyes down to catch a peek at the phone in my hands.

I sat, tapping the bottom side of the phone against my thigh, ack