NICOLE
I knock gently on his door, praying and hoping that he decides to help me.
He has helped me a lot already. What if he decides not to this time around? What if this is where he finally gets tired of fixing my problems?
I wouldn't blame him. After all, he barely knows me.
I shake my head immediately to chase the negative thoughts away.
No. I can't think like that.
If I walk into his office already convinced that he'll say no, then I might as well turn around and leave.
I take a deep breath and straighten my blouse.
"Come in."
I hear his smooth, deep voice call out. I gently open the door.
And there that fine man is sitting. In all his glory.
Seriously. How does one human being manage to look this good every single time? It's honestly beginning to annoy me.
He is sitting be
