"I would need 2 recommendations from profes-"
She whips out a folder from behind her binder and hands it out to me. "Two Professional references and recommendations, as well as two more from one of my Undergrad professors and one from a Grad professor. I also took the liberty of gathering a copy of Angela's notes from your previous meetings about the trip and caught myself up with the curriculum and schedule for next semester. I do have some ideas about your extracurricular assignments. Angela said you wanted external input." She blinks. She looks down at her hand and then back up to me, shaking the folder a little.
"Marry me." I whisper.
"Excuse me?"
Was that a whisper?
"What?"
"You just -"
"Excuse me," I clear my throat, adjust my tie. I grab the folder carefully. Slowly. "I'll take these and get back to you tomorrow."
..."Okay. Thank you. I will see you at the meeting tonight." A little smile.
An about face.
And with that, she's gone.
A groan. From me.
What the fuck Edward.