"May I ask you why you are late?"
"If you want to," I said, giving him an encouraging smile. Usually, I would have offered both of us the easier route out - an excuse, a long-winded apology, a promise to come in after school to help tidy up the room.
"Pray tell, Miss Westley, why are you late this morning?" He looked at me very irritably over his lecture notes.
I gave an answer that was pure Winter. "Well, I suppose I rather felt like it." I grinned at him, and opened up my notebook. "So, are we gonna get going on this lecture or what? I can't wait to learn about our Shakespeare unit."
"Hey Eva," Zack caught up with me after class. "That entrance was brilliant."
I smiled. "Did I remind you of anyone?"
He chuckled. "Sure did. By the way, I have her to thank for what I'm about to do."
