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"Give me those." Mackenzie snatched the bag of marshmallows out of Phil's hands. He was currently on his forth one, his previous three burnt to the point that they were inedible. "This is how you do it." She pierced a marshmallow on a skewer and held it over the flames of the fire pit. She made sure it didn't spend too much time in the flames. She had quite a bit of experience.

"It's taking too long."

"The key to roasting a good marshmallow is patience." She kept it moving, bringing it closer and farther to the flames so she could get the perfect balance of brown on the outside while making the inside nice and melted.

"Patience is for the weak." Phil pouted in his chair and Mackenzie couldn't help but giggle. She had been doing it a lot since he was over.

"Fine, go ahead and eat the marshmallow briquettes you made over there due to your lack of patience." He looked over at the heap of black and shook his head.

"No I'll wait." Mackenzie paid attention to what she was doing and saw the marshmallow was almost done.

"Get the cracker and chocolate ready." Phil did as she instructed. When it was done she handed the perfectly roasted sugar puff to him. He finished assembling his sandwich and took a bite. The sound he had made was more suitable for the bedroom than her backyard and she fought to control the blush that came over her face. She busied herself getting another marshmallow ready praying that he didn't notice.

"I have to admit waiting paid off. Way better than the blackened ones I would have made." Phil said once he finished eating his first bite. He proceeded to lick the sides stopping the melted goo from going all over the place. Mackenzie again had to look away, thoughts of other things he could do with that tongue flooded her mind. 'Stop it. You barely know him. Don't ruin a possibly good friendship with thoughts of sex.' She mentally chastised herself. Then her mind drifted to him in his ring gear. It didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Kenz I think you burned it." Phil's voice took her out of her mental reverie. Looking at what she was doing she saw her marshmallow was flaming, underneath the flames it was as black as Phil's first three.

"Fuck!" She blew out the fire and threw it aside on top of the pile of already ruined sweets.

"What's up with you?" Phil asked hoping to get a response.

"Nothing, just got a lot on my mind. I kind of dazed off and didn't realize I burned it." She said preparing another one. This time she paid attention to what she was doing, being especially careful not to look Phil's way.

"Mmmhmmm." He sounded skeptical but he didn't push the issue. "So how long have you been teaching?" Phil knew if he had asked her what she was just thinking about she would avoid the question at all costs. She looked extremely flustered and he didn't want to push her and end up being kicked out of her backyard. He enjoyed talking to her. Mackenzie wasn't stupid either. She knew he purposely steered the conversation to something she would feel okay with talking about and silently thanked him for it.

"Well I'm twenty nine now and I started as an adjunct when I was like twenty four so five years. Originally started teaching because it was a huge cut in tuition for me when I entered the master's program but I loved it so much I decided to stay." She felt the need to explain further. She knew he loved what he did, she wanted him to know she was just as passionate.

"How about you? How long have you been wrestling?"

"I entered wrestling school right out of high school and have been working since then. I've been at it for sixteen years. I never wanted to do anything else."

"Shit, so you're thirty four. You definitely don't look your age." He laughed.

"I know I look older."

"No the opposite actually, I guess it's all the exercise." Mackenzie knew they had to change the topic soon or she would say something she would regret. She was still getting over her ex and the last thing she wanted was to have Phil end up being a rebound. He was attractive but she didn't need a lover, she needed a friend.

"The bags under my eyes beg to differ."

"That just means you don't sleep enough. You know how many students have those by week three of the semester. It's nothing new believe me. When I was studying for my masters I had bags big enough to store my lunch in." She was done toasting her marshmallow and Phil was kind enough to hand her the chocolate and graham crackers. She took a bit out of her finished sandwich and hummed happily doing a little dance in her chair.

"Are you sure you're twenty nine, because right now you look like you're five." Phil said holding back a fit of laughter. Mackenzie answered him by sticking her tongue out at him.

"Very mature, do that again and I'll take a picture and post it over all the halls of the college. The student's will love that." If he had grinned any wider his face would have cracked in half.

"You do and I'll get all the CM Punk fans to chase you all over the city. It'll be Beatlemania all over again. Actually more like Punkmania." She knew it was stupid as soon as it came out of her mouth.

"Punkmania? Really? That was so lame."

"Leave me alone and let me enjoy my smore in peace." She shoved the rest of the sweet sandwich into her mouth. It was a bit too much for her to comfortably eat so her cheeks ended up puffing out like a chipmunks.

"Always so ladylike." Unable to give a verbal retort Mackenzie gave him the one finger salute which brought on more laughter for Phil who was enjoying her comical display.

"You enjoy that?" Mackenzie asked once she had finished the food in her mouth. Phil chose not to answer and just gave a small nod. "Forget you." Perfectly one cue her phone chirped signaling she had a message. Pulling it out of the pocket of her hoodie she saw it was a new email alert. Assuming it was one of her student asking her a question she opened it. Glancing over it she noticed it wasn't from a student but from Human Resources.

"Who's that?" Phil asked curiosity evident in his voice.

"Just the school telling me about some faculty mixer they're having tomorrow night. They have one every year so the new faculty get a chance to get acquainted. I never go." She hated events where she didn't know many people. She was horrible at small talk and preferred to just stay home.

"Why not?" Phil's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't like to mingle."

"It sounds like a good opportunity to network, maybe meet someone who'll get your mind off that asshole." He wasn't sure bringing up her ex was a good idea but it had come out of his mouth before he could think.

"Are you suggesting I'll find a date at this thing?" She had a strict rule against dating anyone she worked with.

"A date which may lead to either a relationship or crazy monkey sex, sounds like a good option to me. Even if you don't get either of those options you'll still get a free meal out of the deal."

"Rule number one, never date where you work." She felt the need to say it out loud.

"That's a rule I don't follow." He thought back on the few divas he had dated in the past. They were all wonderful women but the demands of the job and the constant travel put way too much strain on the relationships. For the most part he stayed friends with them after, except for Beth. She went psycho after their relationship ended. He found it extremely immature.

"Apparently." Sarcasm dripped from every syllable.

"Just promise me you won't completely close yourself to the option."

"Why do you even care?" She had no idea why her love life would matter to him.

"I have a feeling getting laid will put you in a better mood which means I get flipped off and cursed out less often." In actuality he didn't know why he had even brought up the subject in the first place so he told her the first thing that came to his mind.

"So you want to make things easier for yourself." She had a feeling it was a crap excuse but didn't have the energy to call him out on it.

"Basically."

"You're such an ass at moments." Once again she was at a loss for words and resorted to one of her favorite expletives.

"See you've just proved my point. If you had gotten laid recently you would be so relaxed you would have let that slide."

"Let me reiterate. You are an ass."