Page 25 of Your Only Fan
Ezra dry coughs and mumbles a yes.
I know I was dreading this moment, but now that it’s here, I don’t want it to end. I wish I had more stuff to tell him. I wish his essay was terrible so I can tell him how to fix it.
But if wishes were horses…
“I also think your paper will be A+ material if you manage to weave in a comparison. Green Wing is a great example, but do you think you can find another example of stock characters in British sitcoms?”
He nods.
Again, I don’t turn to see it, but I do from the corner of my eye.
“Easy,” he says.
“Fantastic. Get working on it, and if you’ve got any issues or you get stuck, send me an email. And I know the due date is at the end of the month—”
He raises his hand, and for a moment, I think he’s going to touch me, so I pull away. I don’t know what might happen if he does.
“It’s fine. I can get it done by next week,” he says, and this time I do turn to look at him.
There’s a darkness in his eyes. And the confidence he had before is now gone.
What the hell just happened?
“Great,” I cough.
I pull my chair away from my desk and pass him his paper after I’ve sat down.
He holds the other end for a moment, staring into my eyes with surrender and then he’s gone, leaving me with the memory of how he just made me feel.
Boy, I can’t wait for tomorrow night, I think to myself and try to ignore the little voice in my head that tells me this can only end in disaster.
