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From: [email protected]
Subject: Surprise!! Can string words together after all :)
Dear Mr Akana
To whom it may concern
Hello!!!
Hey Kai,
Thank you so much for the greenhouse placement so far. I know I haven’t mentioned this out loud, but I’ve been excited about this for YEARS, and it’s everything I dreamed it would be. So… thanks. For that.
I have a quick question about our grades. I know some classes require active participation—asking questions, raising our hands, etc. This is going to be hard for you to believe, but I usually DO participate like that, but I’m having… a medical issue a hormonal breakdown some issues with speaking up in the greenhouse. You might have noticed.
Are we graded for active participation in that way? Can I send you questions via email instead? Would that work?? I know it’s a lot to ask, and it would be extra effort for you, but I seriously cannot get a word out in that greenhouse. Please don’t ask me why.
Okay, hope you have a great weekend. I’m not insane, I promise.
Best,
Eden
Three
Kai
Here I’ve been, thinking my sweet undergrad is so scared of me that she can’t say a peep. It’s been messing with my brain, honestly. Whenever I’m walking through town late in the evening, I’ve been zig-zagging back and forth across the road like some messed up chicken, trying to reassure the lone female walkers that I’m not following them.
I’ve been second guessing my beard, my clothes, my forearm tat. Even watched a true crime documentary one night, trying to compare my own looks to the perp’s gaunt, dead-eyed stare.
Couldn’t figure out why I give Eden the heebie jeebies so badly. I’m still not sure why, to be honest—but at least she’s emailed me. That’s something.
Hey Kai.
That greeting doesn’t sound like someone who low-key thinks I’m a creep. At least, I’d like to think it doesn’t.
Hope you have a great weekend.
Would she wish Ted Bundy a great weekend? Unlikely.
Leaning back in my kitchen chair, I scan Eden’s email a second time, lingering for way too long on her email address. It’s not like she’s giving me her number—I know that. But now I have a way to contact her, don’t I? Theoretically.
You know, if Eden ever felt like saying a single word in my presence. If she didn’t go as pale as a ghost whenever I’m near, then flush bright pink when I look her in the eyes. If she weren’t such a jittery little thing, her long, dark ponytail practically quivering whenever I brush by.
Jeez. Who am I kidding? I can never email this girl—not without good reason. With that in mind, I keep my reply short and blunt.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Surprise!! Can string words together after all :)
Hey Eden,
Works for me.
