Peel. Tear. Bite.
Peel. Tear. Bite.
I'm gonna talk to her today. Before I leave for my appointment.
7 more minutes to go.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…
"Are you Edward Masen? Dr. Masen? Professor Masen?"
I glance up sharply.
Why are you talking to me?
She shifts uncomfortably. "Well, are you?" She looks confused.
Placing my hands flat on the table, I squint at her. "Yes. Yes, I am."
She looks relieved. "Great. Angela from Dr. Ostrom's class said I would find you here. She said you were in charge of the Study Abroad trip to Ireland? She…" She gesticulates wildly. Nervously. I see a few students a table over glance at us. Heads bent forward.
I glance towards Isabella. I double take.
She's looking.
In our direction.
I look back at this girl. This very, very, annoying girl. "What is your name?"
Not caring that I cut her off, and if she does, I don't, she answers. "Oh! I'm Rosalie Swan." She goes to put her hand out but stops as I feel my face tighten.
"If you need anything, please come to my office hours. This is my leisure time and I do not want to bothered." Breathing deeply, I go back to the task at hand.
Peel. Tear. Bite.
Peel. Tear. Bite.
BPM: 154.