Chapter 61

"I'm just smarter," Felix replied smugly. I raised an eyebrow. "So you're calling me dumb?" His smug expression vanished instantly. "No way. You're the smartest woman I know." Satisfied, I gave a small nod and returned to working on my clay. Once the cup was in the kiln, I suddenly said, "I don't care. I want the one you made." He reached over and patted my head, indulging me. "Okay." … While we waited for the pieces to fire up, the shop owner invited us up to the rooftop garden. She brought us cake and coffee that she had made herself. I always had a thing for sweets—partly because I tend to suffer from low blood sugar, but mostly because sweets were the one thing that genuinely made me happy. I remembered the one decent thing Felix ever did back in high school. The school didn't allow snacks, and I was always getting in trouble for having candy and chocolate in my backpack. However, the whole school knew I had low blood sugar, so sometimes the teachers would just pretend not