Sad and tragic!
"Pride and Prejudice," he answered, his face twisting in a little cringe as he spoke the words. Calvin liked to think that he wasn't the type of person to hate things, but reading that stupid, boring book made him want to kick Jane Austen's grave stone. If he wanted to read about silly girls and their misguided romantic entanglements he'd read Songbird. "We have to write about whether the one girl Lizzy was justified in hating that guy. Darcy." He shook his head. "I don't like English class."
Hm. It was interesting how she hadn't actually answered his question, but he let it go and closed his umbrella when they reached the awning, shaking it out a little before entering the shop. There was nothing that he particularly needed, but if Mia was going in then he might as well browse. Maybe he'd find something for Katie. "Okay." He leaned his umbrella against the wall before looking at the various knick-knacks that were for sale, eventually picking up one of the scented incense sticks and sniffing it gingerly. What did you even do with this?