Picking Dylan’s brain had struck her as an admission of stupidity before, but succeeding at this night school thing was all she had going anymore. She figured she might as well do it right. She was the first inside the classroom that night and the last to rise when they were finally released from the fetters of Management 101. “Um, class is over,” the professor said, once he noticed her still at her desk, paging through the textbook. “I know, I know. I’ll just be a second.” He hesitated. “Anything you need help with?” “Oh, try everything,” Hazel replied without looking up. Her professor huffed out what might have been termed a laugh. From the corner of her eye, Hazel noticed him watching her. It was a long beat before he gestured with his distressed leather briefcase. “You’re Hazel Whitley, right?” She did glance up at that, instantly wary. “Yeah… Am I famous or something?” “No, I—uh, your friend called the other night? He said you’d had to miss class and wanted to know the reading for today’s session…”
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