Oliver Bloom casually asked over the meal, "I heard you skipped a grade. Are you in your third year of grad school now?"
"I'll start my third-year courses next month," Elise Don corrected him.
He had just finished eating and took a sip of coffee before setting down the cup, "So are you graduating at the end of the year or early next year?"
"Early next year, I'll have been in France for two years," Elise Don looked up, "Why do you ask? Suddenly curious about this?"
"Nothing much," Oliver Bloom's expression remained unchanged.
Elise Don didn't think too much of it.
After the meal, she didn't ask Oliver Bloom to help clean up. She washed the cups and plates alone at the sink while Oliver stood aside.
Ironclad straight guy is just that, Elise Don sarcastically remarked to herself. She didn't understand what was so interesting about washing dishes, yet Oliver stood there as if he were observing something incredible. He stood straight, not leaning against the fridge or slouching.
