Page 41 of My Cosplay Escape
Dear Hoodie,
No, thanks. I’ll be sleeping then. Too bad you can’t do the same. Why don’t we go for a run after lab, and you can not wear your boyfriend’s ratty old hoodie, and you’ll see what I mean?
Adam aka Your TA
I’m not even pretending to work anymore. I’m so enraged.
Dear Adam,
It’s not my boyfriend’s hoodie. It was my dad’s. Fudge you. I’ll see you for that run, and we’ll see who’s a real runner.
Sarah
My phone buzzes almost as soon as I put it down.
Jeez, Sarah,
I’m sorry. Now would you calm down and please never wear that ratty hoodie again?
Adam, who will probably never be a TA again after these emails
I was an idiot and forwarded every email to Gwen in real time.
Gwen: DON’T RESPOND! For the love of all the swears, DON’T RESPOND!
Gwen is, of course, right.
Adam is a no-show at the escape room this weekend.
But after Wednesday’s lecture, another email pings in my inbox.
Dear Sarah,
Are we still on for that run after lab on Friday?
Adam
“Can he do that?” I ask Gwen when I see her at the gym. “Can he seriously go for a run with me?”
“You tell me. You’re the one who made all the rules about speed bumps,” Gwen shoots back. She’s working hard on the Jacob’s Ladder Climb.
“Isn’t there an ethical dilemma?”
“Ethics went out the door the minute you didn’t tell him you’re the chick who works for him in a catsuit, IMO.”
She is right.
