![]() ![]() He pushed his sleeves up and looked up at me. ![]() He had an ambiguous look to him, so he could be fourteen just as easily as eighteen. He was definitely high school, but I couldn't put a finger on an exact age. This kid looked like he fell somewhere in the middle. Kids who genuinely wanted to understand a subject, and kids whose parents decided for them that they needed outside help. I had a lot of different people come to me for help, but generally they fell into two categories. He took out his science textbook and a notebook, scrounging around the bottom of his bag for a pen. He nodded and sat down across from me at the table I was occupying. I brushed my long wavy hair back from my face with one hand and straightened up from the slouch I was in. I snapped to attention and realized he was my four o'clock appointment and staring at me expectantly. "The lady at the counter said you were Alex," a guy half-said, half-asked. If they spoke first, however, I would have to respond, no matter who they were. I avoided looking at him until he spoke to me, just in case it was someone I'd rather avoid. ![]() I was absently staring at a shelf crammed with books, but I still noticed when someone slowly approached in my peripheral vision. Dedicated to my best friend Jessica, for being with me every step of the way, listening to me drone on for hours at a time about fictional characters who live inside my head, and for talking me into reading romance novels in the first place. ![]()
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