David said. “That’s the only drag about print instead of digital. At least with digital it’s all right there.” I cringed as my malt made a giant slurp. “I can get access to the developing lab on Thursday.” “You think I caught that squirrel as he jumped? I heard the click at the right time, but I have trouble with all the calculations involved in shutter speeds.” “Me, too. I’m terrible with math. And a lot of other subjects.” I laughed and shifted my legs. We were sitting on the hood of David’s car, which was still hot from the engine. “So, where are you going to school next year?” David asked, waving to a group of jocks who parked next to us. They didn’t go to our school, but looked familiar from around town. “I’m not sure. I’m keeping my options open.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. They were wide open. “Pretty late in the game to still be choosing.” “What can I say? I’m a picky girl.” I slid off the hood to throw away my cup. I hoped when I got back he’d have dropped the subject.
