"What is this?" Keeley asked flatly the following day at lunch when Aaron dropped a small gift bag in front of her on the table as she was trying to study for her Spanish test.
"Study fuel."
He settled down in the chair next to her and casually began consuming his meal.
She hesitantly opened the bag to see what was inside and was not expecting to see a large plastic baggie filled with red, green, and purple Skittles. Either he found a place that sold individual colors in bulk or he actually sifted through about fifty packs of Skittles and picked out the citrus flavors by hand. It had to be the first one; she couldn't imagine him doing something so mundane and time consuming for somebody else.
Though it was a gift, it was also a way of rubbing his victory the day before in her face so she scowled at him. "You're the worst."
"You're welcome," he said as if she had just complimented him.
