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he get even finer?  Divert those eyes.  “I um. I—”  My focus fell to the bookshelf.
    “I know,” Kaz said.  “You’re sorry.  You want to make it up to me.”
    I’m boiling hot right now.
    “Look at you,” Kaz said.  “You’re blushing.”
    “I’m not.  I don’t blush.”
    “But you’re nervous.  Do I intimidate you now?”
    “No, I.”  I know, but you got to look him in the eye.   “I’m surprised to see you that’s all.”
    “That’s why you’re getting all anxious on me?  Acting exactly like some of my fans?  You know I’m surprised you finally got brave enough to hold some eye contact.”
    “Why are you here Kaz?” I said.  “You moved away over a year ago.”
    “I’ll tell you over lunch.”
    “I have to get back to studying.”
    “I know, but you have to eat sometime.  It’s been at least three hours.”
    “I have snacks.”
    “You have candy.  I know you.”
    “That’s food.”
    “It’s not nutritious enough.  How are you going to stay awake?  Sugar makes you sleep.”
    “I need to go.”  I pointed at the bookcase in the direction of my seat at the window.  “Back.”
    “Tell you what,” he said.  “I’ll go and pick up some of Mrs. Joan’s Cheesesteaks, and you’ll take a study break when I get back.  Deal?”
    “That does sound good,” I said.  “I still have no clue what seasoning she uses or how she sautés those onions.  Then with that cheese and the homemade bread… I’ve attempted to make them a few times and failed.”
    “Tasting one of those sandwiches was strong motivation for me to at least come back here to visit.”
    “I totally understand.”
    “So, I’ll be back.  Twenty minutes.”  Kaz cupped my hand and brought his lips down to kiss it.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Calms some of my fans down.”
    “Shut up,” I said and snatched my hand away.
    He chuckled.  “There she is, but you can only pretend like you didn’t like it for so long.”
    “You know what I think?”
    “Hmm?”
    “All that fame has gotten to your head.”
    “Never, but I do think you’re starting to appreciate me in ways you only dreamed of expressing before.”
    I grinned.  “Be back in twenty minutes.”  I stepped around him, but he blocked me from getting any farther.
    “Can I get your number?” he said.
    “Why?” I said.
    “So I can call you in case I get lost.  And when I get back, so I won’t have to come in here again.” 
    “I don’t know Kaz.”
    “I won’t call any other time unless you approve.”
    “Alright,” I said and typed in my number.
    “I’ll text you mine.  See you in twenty.”
    “I’ll be timing you.”
    “Can’t wait just to see me again?”
    “Kaz!”
    “Going,” he said as he backpedaled before he slipped out of the store.
    I returned to my corner against the window and held my notebooks up to my face to try and submerge myself back into my studies.  Kaz…
    No, be quiet and get back into these psychology notes.
    The psychology of Kaz.  What brought him here after so long?
    No!  Concentrate…
    Concentrate meant staring at the words on the page for a good five minutes, digesting nothing.  The Thoughts of Kaz campaign had to be blocked a few more times before I got back into a rhythm.  Fixated to my notes, I ignored the scratching sound I thought I heard.  When it happened five more times, I peeked up to investigate and nearly fell out of my chair.  Kaz, up to his silly ways, had bent down to my level and was staring straight at me.  Taking deep breaths I shook my head then narrowed my eyes at him.
    He held up the paper brown bag.  “Break time,” he said. 
    Glancing back over to my papers, I thought about how much more studying I had left.
    “Mauri, come on.  I parked right behind me.  You can watch your stuff through the window.”
    “Um.”
    “Fifteen minutes.  It’ll help you focus.”
    “OK, I’ll be out.”  I gathered my things and left the red bag