Two days after my asthma attack, I stared at my phone debating whether I should call him or not. I had already saved his number in my phone, but I had been reluctant to go through with the actual calling. What if he was busy training or saving the world or something?

It had been a long day of teaching and everyone was panicking with finals fast approaching. I sat on my couch with Biscuit resting passed out, resting peacefully on my lap. A thick stack of papers I needed to grade sat next to me, but I was too preoccupied with this whole Captain America thing to concentrate on them right now. My insides were all fluttery and I had already had to take a puff of my inhaler. Captain America wanted to take me on a date?

I held my breath and pressed the call button. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi! This is Judy."

"Hello, Judy. I was worried you didn't find my number."

"No, I found it. I just almost chickened out. Are we still on for Thursday?"

"Yes. Can I pick you up?"

"Sure. Got a pen?"

"Hold on a second. Yeah."

I then proceeded to give him my address. "I'll be waiting in the lobby."

"So… I'll see you then?" I asked.

"See you then," he repeated.

"Bye."

"Bye."

As soon as he hung up, I called Tessa. She answered immediately.

"My guess is that this is about Steve Rogers?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yes. I just called him."

"Yes! And what did he say?"

"He's picking me up on Thursday."

"I knew it! I'm so excited for you!"

I sighed. "That makes one of us. I'm feeling kind of nauseous. He's so famous and attractive and I'm so…"

"Please, you're stunning. So do you know where you're going?"

"No, I forgot to ask."

"That's okay. Just let him drive the car."

"What car?" I asked, confused.

"The metaphorical car," she said matter-o-factly. "What I'm trying to say is just let him be in charge. Let him lead and make the plans. It makes them feel more macho and in control."

"I just hope he doesn't choose a sushi restaurant. I'm allergic to shellfish."

"Darling, he's from the forties. Do you really think he's going to want to take you out for sushi?"

"No, I suppose not." She had a point there…

"Now, relax and quit worrying. I know what you can do to distract you. Grade papers! I have an insane amount of essays to get through. You can grade some if you finish with yours," she joked.

"No thank you. I've got enough."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. I have to go. Jake has his sister in a headlock again," she said pointedly. "Stop it you two!" she yelled. Her voice wasn't quite muffled by the hand she had placed over the receiver. "Henry has been letting them watch wrestling again. Never have children. I really have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Tessa hung up. She had her hands quite full with the twins, especially since they were in the middle of their Terrible Twos. She loved them to pieces, but in way, her children were like Biscuit. Incredibly adorable, but occasionally maddeningly disobedient. Tessa was a great mother, despite her occasional shortcomings.

Feeling a tad more comfortable and confident, I was able to work on grading papers.

That was how I spent the rest of the night. Grading papers. With Biscuit. Very cool. Very interesting. Very… sad.