GINGER:

"What?" I ask in a low voice, staring into his eyes.

"Show me," he shrugs, his arms still folded and brows furrowed. "We could sit if you want," he adds, and I nod, running a hand down the back of my neck.

I close the space between us, staring into his notebook. "I don't think we need to because it's just a minor mistake, and..." I pause as I realize how that sounds.

"I don't mean that you do..." I try to find a word that doesn't insinuate that he isn't bright. "Never mind, I'll just ...