I snorted. "Yeah, right."
He was out of luck if he thought he could flirt his way into something more than a professional relationship. I was here for the money, no other reason. And I wasn't getting attached to anyone or anything, not when I was leaving in a month.
"So, you need help studying for all your finals?" I asked.
He nodded, and I couldn't help but feel like he was utterly bored with this conversation.
"What classes are you taking?" I asked.
"You know, the usual ones. Math. English. Science."
I sighed with frustration. "Could you be a little more specific?"
"Probably." He stood. "But I'm not going to. Not yet." Then he grinned, the look full of mischief. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
I stood and flung my backpack over my shoulder. "Same time?"
"It's a date." His smile turned seductive, and my heart kicked into overdrive.
"No, it's most definitely not a date," I said firmly. "Make sure you bring everything you need so I can help you. Notes. Books. Whatever."