They started listening to the lecture. The material in these two classes was a bit difficult, and Holly Winslow didn't understand much. By the time they were over, she looked completely drained.
She mumbled quietly, "Honey, that was all Greek to me."
Amused, Mortimer Quincy let out a series of low chuckles. "Look at you, darling. So hopeless."
"You can ask your husband, you know. He knows the answers."
Holly Winslow's eyes lit up. She blinked and said alluringly, "Honey, how about a study hall date?"
"So, are we going?"
The girl's eyes sparkled as she blinked up at him. Mortimer Quincy, 'admitting to himself that he was no saint,' leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "We're going."
There were still a few people leaving the classroom. Although it was unlikely anyone was paying attention to them, Holly Winslow blushed all the same. She shot Mortimer Quincy a glare and quickly strode out of the room.
