Human ManChapter 20
The Student Union at NTSU was a good place to sit between classes. The burble from the students passing through was like white noise. Scott concentrated on his computer tablet while sipping coffee from a paper cup. Amanda, the Black Horse waitress, dropped into the seat across from him. "You're not in any of my business classes," she said. He put the pad down, "Because I'm not a business major. I'm leaning toward history." "What's your favorite class so far?" "A seminar on the...