My eyes widened. My brother had once pretended to go unconscious just to get out of flashcard duty. And Lucien wasvolunteering?
“Come on, don’t joke. It would be super boring for you.”
“And give up the chance to learn about body parts from none other than Professor Bunny Doc herself, future headmistress of the hospital? Never.” His voice had dropped, amusement dripping from it.
Was that flirting or teasing? Both? I found myself blushing at the possible meaning.
“You’re joking.”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “Google says tinnitus affects hearing. Did you know that already?”
I blinked. “I know about tinnitus. Why?”
“Maybe you suffer from it, since you’re not hearing me.”
I scowled.
“When do you want to start? Don’t you usually study with those friends of yours, Tatiano or whatever the douche’s name is?”
“Tiziano, and no.” For some reason, I thought he was making the mistake on purpose. “We’ve finished the group stage. It’s everyone for themselves now. No one has time to listen to the rest of us. I’ll repeat the sermon every night before bed, so my brain has a chance to absorb and digest the?—”
I shut my mouth when I noticed my rambling.
“Good thing you got me to help with digestion and absorption.”
I snorted. “Great, Rudy! I might upgrade you to a new nickname for how accommodating you’re being today!”
He chuckled, soft and deep. “I’m flattered. But you didn’t let me finish, Bunny Doc. I’ll help you, as long as we video call.”
At this, I frowned, sensing a plot twist. Obviously, we would need to video call; I would need to point at certain parts of the plastic body in my room and repeat them to him.
“But you can’t see me,” he finished.
“Wait, why? Are you afraid you’ll cause me premature glaucoma at the mere sight of you? Because I don’t judge physical beauty. You had no say in the matter. It’s all genetic, but I won’t sue your parents.”
He huffed out a laugh, and I shivered, rubbing my arm.
“Depends on the point of view…” he drawled, cheeky. “But do I really need to give you a reason after I offered my amazing help, Bunny Doc?”
I thought about it for less than a second.
This man’s nerve!
“As long as you can see me and the fake plastic corpse I’m pointing at so you can correct me if I’m wrong, we’re good.”
“Okay, it’s a date. In fifteen?”
I checked my watch; it was getting late.
“Twenty-five, maybe…” He snickered. “I can head home now! It’ll take me twenty minutes…”
Wait, Zeus needed his snack.
“Oh crap,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?”
“I have to feed Zeus!”
