Twelve
“Can’t you make some other night movie night, Nick? Does it have to be Wednesday?”
Nick finished stapling the flyer about the movie night in question to the bulletin board located in the middle of the hall. He glanced over his shoulder at the freshman and nodded. “Yep.”
“But Wednesday is—”
“I know very well what Wednesday is. Why do you think I’m showing a movie you all want to see? It’s part of my job as the RA of this floor to keep you youngsters out of trouble.”
A familiar voice interrupted their conversation. “Don’t you ever get tired of sounding like a broken record, Nick?”
“I do, but someone has to do it,” he replied, turning to face Michelle. His heart skipped a beat in recognition and regret as he met her watchful green gaze. Just over a week without seeing her had cle
