“Ah’m not sure how many more classes ah can teach. Ah never even went t’ math class past middle school,” Anna gripes as she flips over what felt like the hundredth paper she’s graded today. It was easy stuff, freshman English, but she’d never been much of a reader and she definitely didn’t sign up to teach it. She was better with her fists than her words and that’s where she and Logan were similar. Looking over to where he’d taken up to grade his own stack just across the lounge, she throws him one of the candies from the pile on her desk that she’s been burning through. It hits him on the temple and that’s when she realizes he’s been dozing. “Logan! Ah swear.”