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âWhat?â She asked, her eyes widening. âItâs Wednesday isnât it?â Violet could feel herself starting to freak out. âPlease tell me itâs wedenseday because otherwise I stayed up all night writing that freaking paper for nothing because I had another day to do itâŚâ Her eyes went to the glass and she smirked at him. âIs it? Considering how fashionable Adderall and Ritalin arw with wayward students now I wouldâve thought youâd encourage Red Bull.â She joked, drinking the whole glass in two big gulps. âOh it was a YA but a pretty good one at that. Itâs called Six of Crows.â She rolled her eyes. âA paper in Victorian literature and itâs influence on post modern writers.â The brunette quirked an eyebrow. âOh. What did they add now?â
Atticusâ mind didnât immediately consider checking his phone for the date, no, he reached into his case and pulled out his planner; breathing out in relief as his eyes fell on the page his marker had been left on. âWednesday.â He stated with a slight frown. âI know better than to lecture you on how much easier it would be to split your workload over the weekââ Atty backtracked, looking at the pen he had just used to stir his coffee with. ââthat was what I did when I was your age. Donât end up like me.â He rubbed his face with his hands in an effort not to groan. âDonât remind me. You know how many of them try knocking on my door and take me for a dispensary. Red Bull does not like me.â Heâd only tried it a handful of times in his life and the absolute crash that followed the energy spike wasnât worth it. âIâve heard of it, I think. Whatâs it about?â Atticus chuckled at her reaction. âIs it bad I want to read it? Iâm sure you made something awe-inspiring during what seems to be an out of body experience.â He scratched the side of his beard and let himself fall back on the chair. âMy mentor was under the impression he had arranged for my last year as a resident, this one, could be taken as my fellowship year as well. Apparently that is not the case.â














