Jasper's eyes focused on the screen in front of him, his fingers typing rapidly. The letters flew on to the screen, and codes were written on the black screen.
"You know programming as well?"
Caught off guard by the sudden voice, Jasper turned his head to find a familiar annoying face. His brows furrowed when Sophie leaned forward, trying to read the screen. A lollipop hung between her lips.
Jasper pushed down the laptop monitor, and a faint irritation was present in his tone. "What are you doing here?"
Sophie didn't mind his guarded attitude. Her tolerance had always been high when it came to beauties. Placing her hand on the desk, she supported herself and sat down on the table.
"I mentioned previously that ICFC is coming up— you know, the coding competition. You still haven't given me your word whether or not you will be coming to cheer me up," pointed out Sophie.
"Normally, one would take that as a rejection," Jasper coldly responded.
