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I’m trying desperately to finish an essay and it’s not going well, I just can’t find the hook. I’m scruffy and I’ve run my hands through my hair so much I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. I’m surprised when the hot guy I’ve seen around stops by my table and passes me a note, before walking back to his table.
I stare at the note, looking at the table to see he’s sitting with a cute blond in space buns. She smiles. I smile and shrug apologetically.
Then I wave my right hand, and he grins.