Math Class

Robbie was sitting at his desk, staring off into space, as if he was deep in thought. Natalie was board, and was twirling a strand of hair around her finger, occasionally shooting glances at Robbie, who remained silent.

“Robbie, are you depressed?” Natalie asked, serious intention in her voice. When he didn’t respond, she asked again, “Are you depressed or are you tired?”

“Huh? Oh, just tired,” Robbie replied, looking up slowly.

“Oh,” Natalie replied, and she went back to twirling her hair.