I shoot him a look. Again, I know that he won't see it. Might not even sense it. But really, what good is sarcasm going to do me right now? All it does is remind me of that guy. He'd probably react in the same way. Slight interest wrapped in a glib remark.

"I'm working on it," I tell him, crossing my arms tightly around my chest. Suddenly, I don't feel much like elaborating.