7 - Good Morning, Professor

Before the night is over, Kristoff leads me back to the dance floor. I always feel at ease in his arms. The comforting familiarity resonates with me. The tension I felt while dancing with Professor Sebastian had faded. This is much better.

“So, what did you talk about? Isn’t he great?”

“He is an honorable man.”

He smiles with pride. “I told you he is fantastic. Did you get a chance to introduce yourself?”

“Yes, but nothing that relates to school. Kris, I don’t feel like discussing my academic credentials at a party. I’ll take that out during class.” I wrap my arms around Kristoff’s neck. He presses me against him as his arms encircle my waist.

“What did he say to you? He’s grinning all the time,” he observes with intrigue.

“We simply had a brief chat about his family and his eccentricities. I share bits of words of wisdom with him.”

“That sounds like Julian to me. I’m glad that he hasn’t changed.”

“But is he really so open and transparent? With anyone he just met, specifically.”

“Mm.