strong point
I hadn't been to Jo's in a while because of the whole incident with Jazmine. I was awkwardly ordering my usual when Jazmine randomly asked me, "Are you good at math?"
"Why?" I said, grabbing my drink from her. Of course, I was good at math, it was one of my many strong points.
"Because I'm failing. I need help." She grumbled.
"I can help you." I sighed. There wasn't anyone behind me so I didn't bother to move. I took a sip of my coffee. "Just how hopeless are you?"
"Like eighty-five percent. So please, please help me before I have to take my final."
"I already said I would," I smirked at her. At least she was talking to me again after our little, thing, at the party. After bringing it up to her she avoided me like the plague for two whole weeks. Early last week, when she saw me come in, she actually ran into the back of the store and a good minute later one of her coworkers came out in her place.
I guess her need to pass math was worth facing the embarrassment.