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I ask who are you going to be doing on your week off?" Emily kept her eyes on her food as she asked.
    "Now I'm calling Bullshit.  You know I'm not seeing anyone," I had laid my fork down as I said this.  I hated to admit that I hadn't been asked out since I'd moved to Grantham and it was something that she and I never discussed. 
    Like, ever.
    "What about Evan?" she countered, still not looking at me as we spoke.
    I wiped my mouth as I thought. 
    Evan Griffin was a Math Professor at the University.  He was tall and lanky.  Lanky dandruff speckled hair that fell down onto his smudge glasses, lanky clothes that covered his lanky frame.  Just lanky all the way around. 
    And for some reason only known to Evan, he had a 'thing' for me.
    "I'm not, nor have I ever been interested in Evan," I stated firmly picking my fork up again.
    "Really?"
    "Really and without a doubt."
    "That's not what he says," she said lowering her voice.
    "Then you should've called Bullshit on him , all right?"  This conversational topic was starting to piss me off.  And since I was pissed off, I decided to tell Emily the truth.
    "Ah, actually, Emily…" I began, trying to find the right words.  "I am going to be making some changes over Easter break."
    "What kind of changes?"
    "Uhm, changes to, ah, my wardrobe and stuff," I hedged.
    She stopped eating and raised her eyes to mine."What brought this on?"
    "Not one thing in particular, per se," I began.
    "Calling Bullshit, again.  C'mon, Lei, spill it." she dropped her fork to her plate and sat back in the booth.
    So I told her.
    Then I took out my notebook and showed her.
    I told her about the money and how I wasn't sure it would be enough to get all the changes done that I wanted to make.
    When my voice finally ran down, I chanced a glance at her.  She was pulling at her bottom lip and had scowl on her face.
    "So you're caving, aren't you?" Em said in a soft voice.
    I didn't understand what she meant and waited for her to go one.
    "You're going to cave to peer pressure, although I'm hoping to God that those stupid little boys that you teach, for God's sake, are not your peers ."
    I shook my head, "They're not."
    "Good.  But, you still want to turn yourself into some kind of Barbie doll over Easter break?  The timing is just a little bit suspicious, though, don't you think?"
    "Don't you ever think about changing, Emily?" I asked on a quiet voice.
    "Nope.  I like myself.  Which you obviously don't if you are willing to go through with this cockamamie plan."
    "I don't think it's cockamamie, Em."
    "Right.  Hey, did I tell you what the Dragon said to me yesterday?" Emily said in her normal voice.
    And the conversation was turned.  Thank Christ.
    Emily and I were just leaving the restaurant, when I glanced towards the bar, when I saw him.
    There he was.
    That guy.
    You know the one, the guy with the great body that I had seen at Henry's?
    The one that, if I thought of him too much while in bed, had me reaching for my little plastic, battery driven device secretly stashed in the back of my nightstand drawer.
    My body went into lockdown as he slowly lifted his head and glanced my way.
    I was totally right.
    He was beautiful .
    Not a pretty boy kind of beautiful, but a manly beauty made up of strong cheekbones and squared off jaw covered with just enough facial hair to be interesting.  Eyes well spaced and shadowed by thick lashes and a full, well defined mouth that was currently grinning at something the bartender said.
    God, he was gorgeous.
    I know I must have looked ridiculous standing there with my mouth open but I couldn't move.  Hell, I couldn't even breathe.
    "C'mon, Lei," I heard Emily call before I felt her hand on my arm as she pulled me toward the door.  "Time to find our cars and go home, not drool at bar patrons."
    I shuffled and soon began walking normally to the parking lot.
    Just for the record? 
    I wasn't drooling.
    Well, not much anyway.
     

 
     
     
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