Sebastian
I looked at him and laughed. "Did you think that when I was talking about substance, I meant compliments?" I shook my head and chuckled, amused. "I was referring to a conversation, like how you just asked me how my day was. That's what I meant by substance." I noticed he was shaking a bit. Way to go, Seb. I scolded myself inwardly. Your dry humor is what scares these guys off. What do I care? It's not like any guy could ever think about me that way anyhow.
I sat back and cupped my coffee with my hands, enjoying the warmth it sent off before slowly cooling. "My day went normal. Nothing fantastic, nothing terrible." I shrugged. "Went to the library, picked up that." I motioned toward the anatomy book sticking out of my bag. I looked down at my coffee and said quietly, "Thinking about changing my mind to see you here." Although, I don't think he heard it.
Concentrate Seb. I reminded myself. You've dealt with guys like him before. Just go through the normal routine. But maybe I didn't want to. Maybe I didn't want to expose men who went after me for the shallow-minded, selfish, and egotistical way they were. I was 21 and had a PHD in journalism, and was working towards more degrees in other fields. A Renaissance woman some called me. I had a lot going for me, sure. But my witty remarks and sharp tongue acted like bug repellent for guys who just looked for a good time, which is why I loved to toy with those jerks so much.
But the way Ken shook and stumbled over his words caught me off guard. Then I put my walls back up. "How are you?"
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