"I'll believe it when I see it, Vaisey," she said teasingly before distracting herself with her books.
Lucy was staring down at her stack of books, counting them to make sure she had all of them. She counted six, she had brought seven. Her brows furrowed as she scanned the floors. It took her a moment before she looked up to Nikolas and saw the seventh book in his hand.
"Oh, thank you," she said, a small laugh accompanying. "Well, I'll try my hardest. Hopefully I won't turn in to a giraffe. That wouldn't be very useful."