Just a glance. But I saw it.

And now I knew.

He wasn't immune.

"So," I said, leaning forward slightly, "what do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me."

"That's a cop-out answer."

"It's an honest one." He picked up his pen again. "Tell me about school. What are you studying?"

Safe territory. Boring.

"Undecided," I said. "My dad wants me to do business. My mom wants me to do pre-law. I just want to get through freshman year without failing anything."

"And the party? Was that a one-time thing, or...?"

"Or do I party a lot?" I finished. "I mean, I'm in college. Everyone parties."

"That's...