“That’s why he’s going for sports and exercise science,” Zac says.
“Really?” I ask. “That’s fascinating.”
“I could talk your ear off about CTE,” Ace says, “but most people don’t find it as interesting as I do. Which is fine. I just don’t want to bore you.”
“No, no. Do you want to try to come up with new helmets or something that will better prevent player concussions?”
“I’m not sure. I figure I would love to work for a team and be their team doctor. Well, I won’t actually be a doctor, but I can help their players with any injuries they get, concussion or otherwise, but it would be great to try to come up with new braces that promote quicker healing, if that’s possible.”
“Well, if you want a businesswoman to help you with selling that product…” I grin and gesture toward myself.
“A business major.” Zac shakes his head.
“Did we ever do the whole ‘what’s your major’ thing?” I laugh. “Might as well tell me what you are going for, Zac.”
“Why don’t you guess.”
I eye him and think. "I don't know. Maybe something with… Hmm. Rob, I could see as a businessman, maybe. Gabe, maybe journalism? But you, I'm not sure about you."
Zac grins. “You’re right about Gabe, but you’re wrong about Rob.”
“He’s going into advertisement,” Ace says.
“Well, that’s kind of related to business,” I say with a wave of my hand.
Ace chuckles. “I suppose.”
“You create ads for businesses. That’s the whole point.”
"The whole point is more to make money," Rob says, coming out of his room.
“To make thebusinessmore money,” I counter, taking a slight step back, not wanting Rob or Zac to smell the scent of sex on me.
“Want to guess again?” Zac asks with a grin.
“One last guess,” I say slowly.
Hmm. I tap my finger to my cheek. Zac tends to be a bit more low-key than the others. He's popular, but he's also quieter. A more behind the scene kind of job, maybe…
“Something with computers or technology?” I guess.
“She’s good,” Ace says.
I grin at him, and he lifts his eyebrows ever so slightly, and I glance away, not wanting the others, especially Rob, to read into that.
“You know, just about all of our majors can work together to make for a thriving business,” I say.
“Not Ace’s,” Rob says.
“If we do something related to sports medicine for the business,” I counter.
“Touché,” Zac says.
“Well, I should probably get going,” I say, jerking my thumb toward the door.
“Didn’t you just get here?” Rob asks.
“Yeah, but I have a ton of work to do. With the new job and all…” I glance at Rob, who ducks his head. Does he think I was making fun of him for not doing more than kiss Cherise a few times? Like I think less of him for it. If that is his thinking, that’s ridiculous, but guys can be, can’t they?