I stretched over to grab more of his fries and then I slammed back onto his lap. Only this time I rested more further back so that my tailbone rested higher than his thigh.

A deep noise erupted from the bottom of his chest, but he did not let me go.

"Now he might be in torture." Brennan chuckled.

Slowly, I could not help but turn around and look down. My attention fell to the large bulge before I peered back up and met the pair of dilated pupils.

"That better be a spanner, mechanic- boy." I teased before turning around and eating the rest of his burger.

Chapter Seventeen

"Are you on the menu?"

"No. I'm not." I replied to Chase with a sigh "I thought I was here to teach you Shakespeare. Not how to read."

The last thing I wanted to be doing on a Wednesday evening was attempting to teach Chase a Shakespeare play. I would have rather been at home alone and that was saying something.

I wanted to be home at home admiring my hair. I had dyed it back to green and now it was even more luminous than before. The green was probably bright enough to be seen from space.

The ice cream parlour was quiet with only a few tables occupied. I counted the number of people in the room to keep myself entertained.

I eventually turned back to my supposed student who was too busy laughing at something on his phone.

I waved my hands in front of his face as I called to him "Chase, can you please focus?"

He put his phone down and put his hands up in fake surrender as he argued "I'm looking at the poem on my phone."

I leaned back and blew a stay hair out of my face while I informed him "It is a play, and you were laughing at your phone."

"So?"

"So, you are writing about Romeo and Juliet. An example of a tragedy." I pointed out, trying to keep my cool "What is there to laugh about?"

Chase's phone went off again and I shot him a dirty look until he put it on silent.

"I'm sorry. I'm listening now." He mumbled before leaning back in his chair.

"Romeo and Juliet is set in Verona which is in Italy." I told him before asking "Why do you think that is?"

His response was a shrug and a few lazy set of words "Maybe he liked pasta."

"You are going to get such great marks on your essay if you write that." I sarcastically remarked.

"I might." He argued "We were not around back then. We have no idea why he really chose that place to set it in."

In a weird way, he had a point. It was unlikely however that William Shakespeare was walking around eating a spaghetti carbonara thinking up the Capulets.