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I check my class schedule again. Playwriting 101. Room 224. Second floor, probably.
“You are lost.”
I twitch up, noting the towering male presence in front of me. He’s tall and skinny, dressed in black from head-to-toe, but has a pair of kind eyes behind bleached blonde bangs hanging down to scratch his eyebrows.
“No,” I say, purely instinctual. “Not at all.”
“Then, where are you going?” he asks, his tone pleasant, as if we’ve been friends for years.
“Um...” I glance at my schedule again to be sure. “Room two twenty?—”
He snatches the paper from my hand.
“Excuse me.” I reach for it. “That’s mine.”
He exhales, disappointed. “Damn,” he murmurs as he reads it. “Thought you were the one.”
“The one?”
I attempt to take it back again, but he holds it out of my reach.
“Playwriting, but no other theatre credits,” he says, his smooth brow barely wrinkling as he furrows. “Why?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I say as I successfully take my schedule back.
He eyes me again. “You’re not very friendly, are you?”
“I’m friendly with friends.”
He scoffs, but his smirk remains, seemingly a permanent feature on his face.
“Dana?”
I turn toward the familiar voice behind me. “Grant,” I greet him with a genuine smile as he crosses toward me from the entrance doors with a to-go cup of coffee in one hand. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. I thought I saw your name pop up on my roster last night,” he says, pausing beside me.
The Grant Wilson I know rarely wears anything other than a T-shirt and slacks outside of opening nights, but today he wears a buttoned shirt and tie, his sleeves rolled up fashionably. First day of classes. Need to set the tone.
“Yeah,” I say. “Connor mentioned you were teaching a writing class, so I looked into it and saw you still had an open seat, so...” I shrug, punctuating my ramble.
“I would have made room for you. Should have just asked.”
“Oh. I, uh… didn’t know you could do that.”
He leans a little closer. “They give me so much power. It’s borderline irresponsible.”
I laugh.
He smiles. “I’m happy to have you, Dana. I’ll see you upstairs. Don’t be late, or I’ll have you expelled.”
“You can do that?”
“No, but fear is a big part of my teaching philosophy.”
I laugh harder, feeling good about my decision to join his class. “I’ll be right up!” I say.
I watch him leave, walking straight toward the stairwell on the far side of the lobby.
