I decided to go get some dinner at the cafe and talk to my guy, Charlie. His nametag says Charles, but he lets me call him Charlie. He says he likes the way I say it. He's so adorable. And, well, okay, he's not my guy yet, but I go there at least once a day when I know he's working and I talk to him. Sometimes, he goes on a break and he sits down with me and we talk. He's a really nice guy and this Friday, we have a date. I'm so nervous, but at the same time, I'm really excited. I haven't had a boyfriend since my junior year of high school, and I'm really hoping Charlie and I work out.
He was there, as usual, and we talked a bit as I ate some dinner. I've almost gotten him in trouble so many times, but he always tells me not to worry about it. We chatted a little about what movie we're going to see on Friday, and then I happened to glance at my watch. If I didn't leave now, I was going to be late. I told Charlie I had to go and as usual, he understood. He had to get back to work anyway. Then he kissed my cheek and got back to work, leaving me almost in a puddle of goo at my table. My cheek still felt warm from his kiss.
I finally got into my car and rushed over to Professor Whitney's house. Miraculously, I didn't get lost and pulled up into her driveway. Wow, what a nice house she has. She must have some money, yeah, I bet the council pays her well. Before I could even get out of my car, Alexandra had come out, freaking out that I drove to her house after she told me to be discreet. Oops. I guess I wasn't thinking. I parked the car in her garage, and then we went into her house.
"Sorry about that. I'll be more discreet next time, I promise."
[Open To Professor, I mean Alex Whitney]