“Look, I know you don’t want to talk about this. But you have to know that I’m so sorry about last night,” I went on to say before I could convince myself not to say anything. “I’m not the kind of girl that goes to a ‘callboy’ bar and picks up men. It’s just that with everything that went on yesterday—”
“I understand. You don’t have to say anything more,” Joseph said, walking around his desk and to his chair.
“I wish we could have met under better circumstances. Maybe you would know that you are one of my favorite authors and I really love your work,” I said quickly.
I talk quickly when I’m nervous.
“I am one of your favorite authors?” Joseph asked, raising a brow.
“I take a lot of inspiration from you. When I found out you were coming to our school to teach, I was really excited…”
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