“Sweet of you. But, here’s the funny, boring thing: I tend to do it when I’m happy.”
“Then I’ll take it as a profound compliment.” He bowed. She reciprocated.
“But now,” he continued, “I have to be coolly professional. I must deny myself.”
That smile made room for a quizzical look.
“I mean it. I’m here on a sacred trust: to save your academic future. So. Over there. The department chair, Dr. Ross. Not too late to rescue you from those dusty historians.”
“You’re always free to hope, book nerd.” She stuck out her tongue. “Fat chance. But, come. I have a higher priority: our real business here. Our food fight—um, competition.” Her hearty and melodious laugh was irresistible.
“Ah, yes. Can’t neglect that. But still, first, please. Let me play the host and beg you to mingle.”
“Mingle, eh
