“Good score on this one, Ms. Nightingale. I reckon your seatmates’ knowledge is rubbing off on you.” He exclaims with a friendly smile, unbeknownst to him that his words are the last thing I want to hear.
“No, this was all on my own.” I said a little too harshly that it surprised not just him, but myself too.
He blinked at me flustered before trying to save the awkward air that had blown our way. “Of course. Well, uh, good job, but I believe you can still do better as well. I’ll be expecting it, Ms. Nightingale,” he said before turning around abruptly to get away from our table.
Shit. I should really learn to bite my tongue or else someday my words will be digging my own grave.
I focus on my paper and can’t help but smile at the A minus written and encircled at the top right with a
