Math Class

Robbie was in another conversation with some other guy, when Natalie confidently walked up to him, then glanced down at her chalk covered hands and wiped them off on his sweatshirt. She paused, and looked over her hands once again, noticing some chalk refusing to come off. She wiped her hands again on his sleeve.

“Are you done?” Robbie asked dully.

“Not quite, there is some purple chalk right here,” Natalie replied, distracted, before wiping her hands one last time on his sleeve.

“Oh, what a shame, it’s grey,” Robbie mocked, referring to how the chalk wasn’t showing up on his sweatshirt, hoping to crush whatever she had planned.

“I don’t care,” She replied curtly, “It gets the chalk off my hands”