Savannah raised her brow at me when she saw my schedule for the weekend. “You’re teaching Stephen Meyers?” she asked in a suspicious tone.
I pursed my lips and shrugged. “He wants two more hours,” I replied. “Simone can’t accommodate him anymore because of the orders and some other private sessions with the kids so I had to take it instead.”
She smirked and I already know that something is playing inside of her head. I have been friends with her since we were in college. I am sure of how her brain works already.
I gave her a look and shook my head. “Whatever you are thinking, it’s not that,” I told her and she just shrugged.
“I wasn’t thinking of anything. I don’t even think I have a brain with me!” she shot in a sarcastic way before smiling meaningfully while her hands are up in su
