I promise I will listen.

"Gravitanium (Gr) has an atomic number 121. it's an exotic material with the ability to manipulate gravitational fields...''

Zane zoned out, her words blending into gibberish as his brain fried. Instead, he focused on how her lips moved, wondering how they could look so pink and full.

Cyra, engrossed in her explanation, finally noticed his blank stare. She instantly realized he hadn't been listening at all.

"What's the melting point of (Gr)?" She asked, watching Zane nod as though he understood.

"Um...500k." He said out a random number nervously, seeing her stern gaze hardened.

"Isotopes? Density? Reactivity? Atomic number?" Cyra threw out questions bombarding Zane, who looked down guilty. And Cyra understood what was happening from the beginning he didn't get what she was saying.

Her fixed stare on him made him more nervous, he fidgeted with his hands and explained guilt,