(Clara)
The research project turned out to be a lot more work than I originally expected.
Not that I was complaining.
The opportunity itself was incredible, and if I wanted to build a strong academic career, I knew I needed experiences like this.
The problem was that participating in the project meant seeing Professor Hart more often.
A lot more often.
And apparently my ability to behave like a normal person around him had not improved at all.
"You're staring again."
I nearly jumped out of my seat.
Roxie dropped into the chair beside me and immediately stole one of my fries.
"Stop doing that," I replied.
"Stop staring at people."
"I wasn't staring."
"You absolutely were."
I sighed.
This conversation was becoming far too common.
We were sitting outside the student center wai
