You caught my attention when you smiled and thanked me for helping you get an A on your previous English paper. So you came back again. The tutoring session felt like conversing with someone more than a stranger. We were in the computer lab and the lab tech gave us awkward glances, even though our noise was harmless. We were having fun as I tore up your paper; you even punched me on the shoulder. Ow! But you also had big eyes, and curly eye lashes like in Mulan, so it was difficult to escape the stare. I questioned your overt friendliness and quasi-flirtatious notions, but that was quickly reassured when a student on a nearby computer creepily smiled at our enjoyment.

Where are you now? Did you transfer out? I should’ve asked for yo numba.

MJD