“Yeah.”

I blink at him. “You must be really smart.”

I can see the smugness in his eyes as he tries to play it cool. “Maybe a little.”

“At least you’re modest,” I snicker. “That’s always a nice character trait to have.”

As I tuck everything in my bag, Robert protests, “I am modest.”

“I just said you are.” I’m enjoying having the upper hand for once.

“It doesn’t sound like you mean it,” he complains.

“That sounds like a you problem.” I press my lips ...