Back to Edward's POV
Oh, Isabella. How rude. Talking during the Q&A.
I have to say. I'm surprised. I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of those students. One of those people.
But I guess I don't actually know you, do I?
Hmm. We can fix that.
"So have you made a decision yet?" Angela asks, as she helps me pack up the room.
"Uh, I believe so." I continue to shut down the projector and straighten up the chairs. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16...
"Okaaay. Who'd you choose? Timothy?"
Fuck no, Angela. Jesus. Why would I choose someone else, when I can spend five months alone with Isabella?
Ah. A man can only dream.
A lot.
Wait, does she know something? Play it cool. "Isabella, actually. I've met her a few times and I think we have a good rapport."
She lifts an eyebrow. "Bella? Really?"
Fuck. What does she know? What does that mean? "Yes. Is that a problem? You recommended her…" I turn to face her completely.
"No! I'm just surprised, is all. She's pretty feisty. And you're…"
"...I'm?" I gesture for her to continue. 23, 24, 25, 26...
"Dr. Masen...you're pretty tame. And quiet. And mean. You didn't get your reputation for no reason."
My eyes roll so hard, my head starts to ache. "What is this reputation that I supposedly have?"