You were supposed to be good with numbers—hell, that’s the reason you got into Marketing in the first place. But your teacher was a pain in the ass, and the classes were a perfect recipe for five-hour headaches. So, an extra hand before exams? Definitely welcome.

Lucky for you, Colin had exactly what you needed. Somehow, the guy understood all the Statistics formulas effortlessly—blame it on his more experienced professor—and you made sure he’d forever regret bragging about it in front of you.

“But, uh...” You grimaced, pointing at the paper on the grass with your pen like it was Harry Potter’s magic wand that could solve all your problems. “What the hell does that mean?”

His brows lifted for a second before furrowing again. He licked his lips briefly, trying to understand what could possibly be confusing about the oh-so-clear solution his blue eyes were seeing right in front of you both.

“Less than 1500, sweetheart. So what’s the symbol for that?”

“Greater.”

“No.”