Hunter was left with the books and a sense that he had lost control off the situation. In the world of English he clearly didn't have as much on this girl as he'd like, and in the world of Starbucks, she was ten to twenty years ahead off him. With little option, Hunter stared out the front window some more and then finally gave in and looked at the books. It had been so long since he had actually tried to learn anything that he felt the task was probably too difficult for him. Maren was always an inch from calling him stupid, he knew it, and he didn't feel he could disagree.
When he heard her return he hastily pushed the book away, only halfway through puzzling through a paragraph describing a conversation during a job interview. None of his interviews had ever been like that, but he figured "qualifications" were only for smart people. He hesitated but went for the cold one, which looked like a ice cream shake to him. "What's this?"