"Why do you want me to go have dinner with your supervisor, again?" asked Jack after he picked me up from the library.
"He invited you," I said, maneuvering around the ice on the sidewalk. The university poured sand and gravel on the sidewalks, but still, the floor was quite slippery. At least I wasn't feeling the cold at all, dressed as I was in a heavy sweater under a thick coat, with two layers of woolen socks and solid denim trousers.
"Lots of people invite me. That's not a good enough reason for me to go to their house," Jack continued grumbling.
"It's important for me for you to get along. He's my supervisor, I spend a lot of time with him, and although all the rumors have quieted down, I think it's still important to keep showing there's nothing going on here."
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