Mixing Paints

F O U R

Liza Soberano as Dani

L U N A

"If I hear another word about genetics, I'll grab the nearest object and stab my ears with it."

Next to me lay a drained and fed up Mick Alvarez on the library floor with his head in his arms. I'm pretty sure there was some form of rule against lounging on library floors, judging by the glances that the librarian kept giving us.

It was either that or Mick's tremendously loud voice whenever he got enthusiastic. It wasn't that he was obnoxious, he just got incredibly excited whenever he could answer a question.

A part of me thought it was cute the way his azure eyes sparkled when he was right, but of course the confident fucker had to add some smug remark and the appeal vanished.

"We've barely even gotten..." I started to argue, looking at the amount of work we still had left.

He rolled over and settled his muscular arms behind his head looking satisfied by doing the bare minimum. "If we call it a day, I'll buy you coffee from the café."

"Just one more page, Mick," I insisted. I was only trying because it was for Mick's benefit. In the past hour I've learnt that he's exceptionally sharp. There were times that he'd put some of his own knowledge to the table about facts that he's read up about while bored at 2am.

His only issue was how sidetracked he got. We even stopped for a break simply because of the fact that a bird flew in through the window and Mick wanted to make sure it got back outside safely.

"Don't make me go on my knees and beg," he replied.

I continued to page through the textbook, not giving him the satisfaction of being dismissed.

He cleared his throat annoyingly loud enough for my eyes to give him a look. Mick was in front of me, at my level, on his knees. "My dearest Luna of the night, there is nothing more my heart could wish for than to bring this study session to an end and for you to accompany me for coffee." The joker put on his best Shakespearean act as if he came right out of Romeo and Juliet.

Why did Mick always have to make such a scene?

"Oh god, please get up! This is embarrassing," I skimmed around the room at confused eyes staring back at us.

"Even more for me, I'm used to the lady being down on her knees," he said with a cheeky smile.

I grimaced at the thought, "I'm pretty sure I just felt my lunch climbing back up my throat, thanks."

I was seconds away from giving in when our banter was interrupted by a friendly looking elderly woman with an outfit covered in polka dots.

"Oh my, congratulations!" she gushed with her hand pressed to her chest. "Young love makes my heart so happy."

Young what now?

"My husband proposed to me back when we were high school sweethearts too," the lady started. "Of course things aren't the same these days but I still believe that when you've found the one, then you just know."

A proposal? I think the hell not, I attempted to shift away but my hand was instantly stuck between Mick's larger ones.

"Ma'am that's a beautiful story, but we're just..." friends? We weren't though. Before this day, I barely even spoke to Mick.

"Just trying to take things slow for now. We're going to be engaged for a while, but our parents won't know," Mick whispered the last part, never cracking a single indication that he was lying. "They think we're too young, they don't support us being together."