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Reid and Ryley stumbled from the lecture hall, laughing so hard that tears were streaming from their eyes. They'd only made it thirty minutes before the sheer ridiculousness of what the lecturer was spewing caused them to abandon ship. Seriously though, "Stem cells are the mutilated remains of murdered infants."? And people were buying that crap! Oh my god! Ryley would have seriously thought that dude was trying to be funny if Spencer hadn't stood up to argue with him and it had become horrifyingly apparent that he truly believed the bologna falling out of his mouth.
"So," She giggled, leaning on him as they headed down the hallway. "We've learned a lesson here tonight, correct?"
Reid nodded emphatically. "Never go to a lecture at the local community college unless you know the lecturer." He doubled over laughing again. "I can't believe people are actually in there learning from that clown!"
Ryley fell against the wall, his laughter infectious. "I can't believe your so calm about this. As a scientist, I figured you'd be furious."
Spencer gave a huge smile and held up a tape recorder from inside his pocket. "The tape in here will magically make its way onto the Dean's desk morning and that so called 'professor' will be out of a job by noon. No reason to be angry when I know he won't have the chance to poison any more minds."
"And people call me evil!" She exclaimed, giggling again. Spencer grabbed her hand, becoming more and more comfortable touching her as the night went on, and pulled her down the hallway to get to the front doors.
He looked behind him, smiling at her happy face and loving the way her grip instinctually tightened around his the moment he laced their fingers together. "You know, if we hurry, we can probably take a quick tour around the art museum before it closes."
"That would be awesome Spence!" Ryley exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "They've got this great exhibit of a lot of Van Gogh's work right now! Starry Nights is there!"
They walked steadily to the corner, intent on flagging down a taxi. "You like that painting?"
"Have you ever seen Starry Nights, Spencer?" He shook his head, and she leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Then trust me, when you see it, you'll understand."
A taxi pulled up the curb and he got in, blushing furiously, his cheek burning where she'd kissed him.