What the Bread Was For
“Is your backpack heavy today?” he asked instead.
She raised an eyebrow, considering him.
“It’s got my math books, my tennis shoes, and a full water bottle.
It’s basically bricks.”
“Sneakers weigh more than math books, every time,” he offered.
“That sounds like something a person who hated math would say,” she shot back — and a small, surprised laugh escaped her, and it went into him like a blade made of light.