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something in Adam, but he didn’t know quite what. It was like she was asking for much more than a character’s history. Adam tore away from the staring contest that pulled at him. “So, write it,” he mumbled.
    â€œI can’t write his story. He’s not mine.”
    Adam reached over, took the book from her hand, and ripped out the page. “Here. Now he’s yours.”
    Although she accepted the paper, she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll create a story for him, and then I’ll kill him off.” She smirked as she tucked the page into her bag in between books.
    â€œYou can’t kill my character.”
    â€œHe’s mine now. You gave him to me, so I can do whatever I want.”
    â€œYou sound like a little kid.”
    â€œI need to get home. You have enough to start working on panels now? If we can get the pencil drawings done, that would be great. I should have the origin story finished this weekend. “ As she spoke, she put away the folder that she’d brought out. She faced her bag the whole time she talked. “Are you free at all this weekend?”
    â€œSaturdays are pretty busy around here, so that probably won’t work.”
    â€œHow about Saturday night after you close?” She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned.
    â€œSure. Where do you want to meet? My roommate’s a musician, so my place is usually loud.”
    â€œNoise doesn’t bother me.”
    â€œWish I could say the same.”
    â€œMy roommate’s my mom, but she works weird hours. Even if she is home, she’ll probably be asleep or whatever.” She hitched the bag higher on her shoulder. “We could meet at a library or something, but it’s always too quiet there.”
    â€œIf you don’t mind me coming to your place, I’m cool with that.”
    â€œSure.” Pulling a pen from a thigh pocket, she wrote her address on a napkin leftover from their dinner. “I’ll be home all night, so come by whenever. I have a paper to write, so I’ll be chained to my computer.”
    â€œPaper on what?”
    â€œAnything. It’s such a pain in the ass. This professor thinks she’s cool by leaving everything open-ended. The only direction we have is that we have to write a critical analysis of something.”
    â€œSo write about something you care about. Like why people got so upset last year when Marvel revealed a female Thor.”
    â€œFirst, stop trying to sell me on Marvel. Second, no analysis needed there. People are dumb.”
    â€œYou want to talk about dumb, should we discuss some movies made about DC characters?”
    She groaned. “No. Their movies are improving. I could do Batman.”
    It was his turn to groan. “The idea of college is to broaden your horizons and learn something. If you write about Batman, you’ll get bored. You know it all.”
    â€œAt this point in my academic career, I’m looking for easy. I’m ready to be done.”
    He was well acquainted with that feeling. “How about an analysis of the mythology of Thor? It would give you an excuse to sit and watch movies by calling it research.”
    He knew she liked the idea because something lit in her eyes.
    â€œI’ll even bring my copy on Saturday. You do your research between now and then and you can compare it to the movie. Still easy.” It’d be nice if someone came along with ideas for him whenever he faced a school project.
    â€œWe’ll see. But I’ll have your story done—your superhero’s story. You sure you don’t want to at least give this guy a name?” Her cocky smile returned and she had a scheming look in her eye.
    â€œNope. I trust you. As long as you don’t kill him.”
    â€œFine. But torture is totally still on the table.” She grabbed her jacket off the chair and headed for the door. “See you Saturday.”
    Adam stared after her for a