“Can I help you?” Jane snapped, looking up from her book. For the past fifteen minutes, she’d been re-reading the same page, unable to shake the feeling of someone’s eyes on her. This assignment was due in two hours and she’d barely made a dent in her work. The blonde slammed the book shut, placed it in her lap, and slid her sunglasses on as she looked up from under the tree, waiting for an answer.












