#Chapter 250 – Weapon

“You’re late!” Faiza says, sing-song, as I push open the door to her office and skitter inside. “I know, I’m sorry,” I say, panting a little as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I try to catch my breath. “I had to learn how to put my rifle away, lock it up.” “Rifle?” she asks, raising an eyebrow, instantly interested. I grin, nodding eagerly, and Faiza likewise smiles at me from where she’s sitting behind her desk with her feet up on it, lounging back in her chair. “Cool,” she says, her eyes flashing, genuinely intrigued. “It is cool,” I sigh happily, pushing away from the door and taking my seat across from her. “You know, I never got into guns,” she says, pulling her feet down and leaning across the desk towards me, leaning her weight on her elbows. “Knives just seem so much more…personal.” I just stare at my tutor, shaking my head at her. “Sometimes, Faiza,” I whisper, wrinkling my nose, “you say the weirdest stuff.” She bursts out laughing and leans back