But this kid was rebellious. He just grabbed his keys. He shut his door and walked straight to my place.

"I'm kind of hungry. Let's eat first," he said, ignoring my suggestion.

As I cooked, I thought, "Aren't senior-year students supposed to be busy studying every second? Why does this kid have so much free time?"

I finished cooking. Just as I placed the plates on the table, the boy from the sofa automatically moved to the dining table.

Vin sat quietly across from me, eating his meal. I sneaked a few glances at him, wondering how likely it was that Elise had two sons.

After all, this kid looked nothing like the stressed-out senior year student I had imagined.

Even his hairstyle seemed meticulously groomed.

Honestly, I could cry.

"Vin?" I hesitated before speaking. The boy, who had been focused on his meal, looked up at me with a blank expression.

His innocent, slightly naive eyes gave him away. Yep, definitely a senior year student who hadn't faced the real world yet!

"Senior year must be really stressful, right?"

Vin swallowed a bite of food. He cleared his throat, and said, "It's okay."

For someone so young, he sure was cool and distant. It seemed unlikely he'd ask me for help with his studies anytime soon.

"I heard you want to apply to Arabelle University. I graduated from there. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

"Hmm," his tone was strange.

His mocking tone made me a bit self-conscious. But then I thought, "I'm at least four or five years older than him.

This kid has no manners!"

"I don't even know your name," Vin said.

"My name is Angie Grant." After introducing myself, I realized a senior-year student had completely led me.

His aura was too strong.

"Alright, it's almost eight. Finish your meal and then get back to your homework. If you have any questions, just ask me. Do you have Twitter? Let's add each other."

Vin stared at me silently, which made my scalp tingle a bit.

Then I suddenly remembered, senior year students usually prefer WhatsApp.

Maybe he hadn't signed up for Twitter.

So I wrote down my WhatsApp ID for him. I saw him to the door, and shut it without hesitation.

I hadn't even made it to the couch to rest when my phone buzzed. Vin had already added me on WhatsApp.

I was still thinking of what to say when a message popped up.

[Angie, can I come over for dinner again tomorrow night?]