"So, let's start with Helen of Troy. What important role did she play in Iliad, Daze?" Ian, who was acting like a stern tutor right now, asked with a straight face. He was putting up this serious man façade and it’s starting to get under my nerves.
We are inside the house library. I knew I shouldn't have told him about the upcoming world literature quiz. Regret was flashing in and out of my features as I looked at him with my notebook in his hands. He kept randomly flipping the pages and asking me questions based on the notes I have taken. How unfortunate of me for not having photographic memory.
We could've been having a date right now, having the time of our lives but no! Here we were, punishing ourselves, just because I’ll be having a quiz on a subject I have always hated.
