Eric's POV
"You seem deep in thought there, Ivy." My voice startled her, causing her to jump slightly in her seat. Class had ended, but she remained fixated on her computer screen, completely absorbed in whatever she was reading. She let out an adorable little squeak that made me chuckle as I settled into the chair beside her, placing my laptop on the table.
"Um yeah," she replied, wiping her face with a quick motion. "This is all confusing." She gestured vaguely toward her screen, and I nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, but I don't think it was hacking principles that put that expression on your face," I turned to face her directly. "So spill."
"How old are you?" The question burst from her lips, followed immediately by a wince. "What?"
"How old are you?" she repeated, her curiosity evident in those beautiful eyes.
I leaned back in my seat, studying her. "Why do you want to know?"
