*Benjamin's POV*
Jazz didn't answer, so I sat myself down, right next to her. She smelled like cotton candy. "What are you reading?" I whispered. "Uhm Karl Marx, Das kapital," she hesitantly said. "So you're rather an economist then?" I grinned.
Jazz looked at me with one eyebrow raised. The deep blue head scarf she wore, brought out her eyes. I noticed she had fair skin, a tiny nose and then those huge green eyes, which still stared at me.
I made a mental picture of her face in my head. "Not an economist then?" I teased.
"Marx was not only an economist," she said. "He was also a revolutionary of his own sorts, a socialist, a great historian and a political theorist," she said sharply.
