“Hey Jackson. Has Lara already gone up for training?” Charlotte asked her friend’s mate when he opened their apartment door.
“No, she’s just getting changed,” Jackson replied. “Come in,” he said, moving aside to let her pass and closing the door behind her.
They walked through to the open plan dining room and living room area, where evidence of Lara’s studies were everywhere. Charlotte’s friend was a college junior studying a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics, and her books and notes were divided between the coffee table, the couch, and the dining room table. Lara may have been a genius, but she was one hell of a messy one.
“How’s the baking business going?” Jackson asked, making small talk as they waited for his mate.
“Really good, thanks,” Charlotte replied with a smile. “I alre
