I wish I was half as good as you think I am
Anya rubbed her eyes and then looked at the laptop screen. This piece of code was giving her problems beyond measure. Coding was never this hard, but for some reason it was just not coming to her today. Sneakers played on the television and she was camped out on the couch in the living room.
Dad was still at work. Mom was napping (weird that she actually slept now) and Dork #2 was still in school. It was quiet in the Stark household. Which usually meant that something would happen to cause a boom.
Anya blinked a few times. Maybe it was time to take a break when the letters on the screen started running together and got blurry. She looked at the clock. It was close to three in the afternoon. Just around the time Steve was getting out of school.
She smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do. A quick call downstairs for a car and then she ran to get changed.
Twenty minutes later she was leaning against the car waiting for Steve to come out of the building. She ignored the looks from the students coming out. She was who she was and she was leaning against a Town Car waiting for her boyfriend. Nothing special.
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