My mouth dropped open, my lips searching for a name but never finding it. I settled for taking the textbook back and placing it on my lap with the other one.

"What? No 'thank you'?" the green-eyed figure asked. I had never heard him speak before, and his voice was deeper than I had imagined. Deeper, darker, more mesmerizing. He could build an army on his words. His lips moved in perfect formation of the sounds.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I mean, thank you."

"You're welcome," ...