Chapter 4

Heading to my new job, in my bug, early Monday morning I was still buggin about the Kevin thing. I was trying to decide whether I should call him or not.

"I'm such a chicken!" I exclaimed out loud.

I reached into my orange Gap backpack and pulled out my phone and Kevin's number. I knew that I had to do something about the situation, or I would never see this guy again.

*Ring *Ring *Ring *Ri..

" This is Kev." the familiar voice on the other line said.

" Hi, this is Erin. Remember me, from New York . . ."

" Yes, of course, how could I forget?" he answered.

" Good, I hoped that you wouldn't."

" So what are you up to?" He asked.

" Just heading to work, nothing to exciting going on at the moment."

"Wait, you already have a job? Didn't you just get back from a 2 year run on Broadway?" He implied.

" When I wrote a letter to the performance art committee at University of San Francisco telling them that I would be returning, and asking for a written reference for a job, they gave me one as a professor." I explained.

" Wow. That sounds good." * Pause * "Can I call you back? I have something I really have to get to."

" Yeah, sure. I'm sitting in the parking lot at the University anyway; I should probably go in. Do you want my number?"

" I have it on the Caller Reference, on my phone."

" Sounds good. Bye."

" Bye. I promise I'll call."

I hung up my phone and placed it back in my bag, leaned my head back on the headrest and let out a sigh.

" I can not get involved with this guy." I said loudly as I got out of my car. A pair of students crossed my path just in time to hear.

" My day's starting out with a bang." I said, to myself this time.

I took a deep breath and marched toward the doors of the building where I would be teaching. When I got to the door I straitened my newly pressed yellow linen shirt and lavender skirt, opened the door, and waltzed in with a bounce in my step.

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