35

Shit

My head hurts, I’m sleepy, and it feels like I’m about to collapse any moment.

“You know, you should sleep. Even a robot overheats, and you’re just a person who looks somewhat human.”

“Damn it, you Dexter!”

He chuckled and then grabbed the straw from his iced americano. We were currently at the park, our class was canceled at the last minute because our professor had an urgent appointment, and our next class was at five in the afternoon, even though it was only eleven.

“Why don’t we hang out at Fatima? We could go hunting for boys, what do you think?”

I frowned and looked at him, “Are you sure about that? You’re even better-looking than the guys there; they might end up hunting you instead.”

I saw his expression change, “You know, your frappe isn’t finished yet. Maybe I should just pour it on you?”

“No, thanks.”

“Hmp, anyway,” he took out a small paper bag from his bag and handed it to me, “Here, I forgot to give this to you.”

“Wow, you actually went through the trouble, you shou