ILIANA’S POV
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The drinks come one after one as he explains how he came up with the idea of his new device, and it comes into one ear, fleeing out the other. Trying to wrap the information around my brain, wanting to absorb it as much as possible, but every tech savvy word has my brain glitching, and I can’t consume the knowledge. I nod, and smile, and nod some more, because I am listening, I just simply don’t understand anything. He stops mid sentence, his eyes flicking between mine, “You don’t understand a word I’m saying, are you?” his lips tilt up into a small smile. My shoulders pull back, eyes widening as my lips part to explain, but I shouldn’t. All I can say is, “No,” my own smile forms, and his head dips for a second, his smile forming a dent in his cheek. He slowly rises his he
