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Everyone might, except me. Damn my geeky, introverted self.
He watched my face bloom hotter and his smirk moved into a grin.
Thank God though, he didn’t go on.
“It looks like the test scores for the morning English Literature class aren't doing so good,” I told him after another few minutes.
“I’ve noticed,” Owen said, leaning back in his chair.
“Why, uh, do you think they’re struggling?” I asked him, trying real hard not to offend him or imply that it was his teaching that was failing.
“Oh, it’s probably not much more than the fact that it’s a seven in the morning class. It’s pretty typical. The papers that come out of the class are fine, but tests…they seem to struggle.”
“Really?” I lifted an eyebrow in question.
Was it really so simple as an early morning class?
He nodded.
“I’ve found that to be the case for a while now, even at the school I came from,” he told me.
His phone buzzed and he stopped what he was doing and immediately reached for it, opening it and reading what was there on the screen. A text, most likely.
“Oh shit, is it really seven thirty already?” he asked after a moment.
My stomach took that moment of silence to start gurgling in protest of being empty.
His eyes flicked up from his phone and he smiled a little.
“Looks like I’ve kept you from dinner,” Owen said, scooping up his papers in one swipe. “Let’s go get some food.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but a hunger hiccup came out instead.
Yes, some people hungry-burp, I hungry-hiccup.
That curve of Owen’s lips turned from an amused curl to a full out smile that brought out a dimple in his chin that I didn’t even know was there.
It was…wow. His smile was like spring morning after a long, cold winter.
“Like, together?” I stammered.
“If you have a problem with sharing a meal with your boss, then you can do what you like. But if you want to come, it’s my treat.”
The poor college student inside of me clapped and squealed at the idea of a free meal, while the vag in me started panting over a dinner date with Professor Sexy Pants.
I swatted that va-jay-jay down and tried to smile, though it was probably more of a wince.
“Hey, I don’t turn down free food.”
“Well, you’ve worked hard, and I don’t want you saying I’m working you on an empty stomach.”
“Sure, but it’s my job,” I protested.
“Yeah, but I don’t have to be an asshole boss all the time, now do I?”
I gave a little laugh, entranced by that dang dimple.
“Fine, I’ll let you buy me dinner,” I gave in, grinning back at him.
