I gathered the assignment into my hands, grabbed my bag, and locked the car before heading towards my office.
“You’re almost late,” I heard the famous voice of Daniel say from behind, and I groaned, not wanting to start a long talk with him this morning about how or why I was almost late.
“Good morning, Daniel.” I tried a calm tone, and luckily, it worked.
“Let me help you with that,” he offered, but unlike other times, I shook my head. It wasn’t his job to lessen my burden, and I didn’t want him to get used to it.
“I’m almost at my office,” I pointed out as the reason I didn’t want his help.
“Come on. I know you’ve got this under control and can do it all on your own, but I want to help.”
Knowing there was no winning for Daniel, I paused and turned to him, clenching the books in my
