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teacher too," he says as he walks towards me and gets a few inches from my face. I feel uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. I can literally feel his warm breath across my face and smell the coffee we just drank. What is he trying to do? I almost want to close my eyes and go with it just to see if he's about to kiss me when suddenly he says "excuse me." That's when I realize I'm standing in the only doorway and he's trying to get us back out into the hall. "The rest of the station is down the hall." My face turns red, I clear my throat and I step aside so that he can lead us out. This has got to my new most embarrassing moment in life.
     
    We walk down the brightly lit hallway and into another room. This room is long and larger than the other two rooms put together. It has bunches of TV screens and other kinds of equipment that I don't know how to use. "This is the control room. You probably won't be working here that much because we have technical guys that do this, but you might have to bring some tapes over here occasionally."
     
    "Tapes? Isn't this the 21st century?"
     
    "Believe it or not, they like for us to use some of the old school methods just so we're prepared for any place that we might get a job after college. But, you will also learn the latest information and technology as it relates to journalism." He's very matter-of-fact about all of it, almost like a professor himself. I can tell that he's extremely into what he does, and he doesn't want anything or anyone interfere in his work.
     
    We walk around some of the hallways, and he points out the radio station and some of the professors' offices. There really isn't much to the television station, and it's nothing like I imagined it would be. He explains that there are classrooms set up like anchor desks where we will learn the ins and outs of journalism, but they don't really have those in the TV station. Instead, we have to piggyback off of those classrooms when we want to shoot our news program. I can see that the college is way back in time when it comes to this television station, and I wonder why.
     
    "Do they ever put any money into this television station?" I ask him as we make our way back to the small office.
     
    "They haven't put money into it in years because it's never been run properly. That's why I'm so anxious to get our name out there and show them that this television station is worth saving."
     
    "You think they might shut it down?" I ask. A look of sadness comes across his gorgeous face, and I really don't like seeing that. He's much more fun to look at when he's happy.
     
    "That's the word on the street. I figure I have this next school year to prove to them that this television station can break some hard-hitting stories, or else it's going to be closed for future students."
     
    "That would be sad," I say, thinking about all of the future students who would miss out on the opportunity of working at a real TV station in college.
     
    "Well, that's about it," he says holding his hands up. "My little slice of heaven." His smile is smoldering and sexy, but in a straight laced kind of way. I sort of want to rip the little buttons off the top of his polo shirt and see what's under there, but I refrain. Maybe all the hot weather is getting to me.
     
    "Thanks for showing it to me. I'll fill out this paperwork tonight and bring it to class tomorrow." He nods, and I realize our "date" has now come to an end. I start heading for the door to make my way back down the beach to my house.
     
    "Where are you going?"
     
    "To walk home," I say as if its the most normal thing in the world.
     
    "Willow, it's hot out there." This guy is already exasperated with me. Wait til he gets to know me better.
     
    "The ocean has a nice breeze," I say with a smile. "See you tomorrow."
     
    I walk down the long hallway wondering the whole time if he's looking at my butt. I even tighten it up a bit and sway it side to side like runway models do, but when I