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sense of humour!  I chuckled to myself.
    ‘Have a good night Max! I’ll catch you later,’ I said as I left the taxi, meaning every word.  He seemed like a nice bloke.
    The nerdy fourth floor of the university library was crowded with super geeks.  It was difficult to find a study table.  But eventually I did, between someone who looked like Clark Kent and another guy who reminded me of Peter Parker.  I was in the metropolis of Nerdville.  And, I felt very comfortable oddly.
    I headed to the brain shelves and spent a considerable amount of time studying the details of brain diagrams, finding the one that gave me the intricate details that I needed for the MR Implant.
    Feeling incredibly pleased with my geek iness, I headed back to the Metropolis of Nerdville with superman and spiderman.  As I sat down I glimpsed her wavy brown hair from the corner of my eye.  My heart leapt before it sank, remembering our last encounter in Café Ooh La Laaa! And the look that she gave me before she left.
    I wished that it had not ended that way.  But I had to protect her.
    I looked over at her. She rested her forehead in her hand as she concentrated on her study.  I breathed out through my lips.  I am sorry that I hurt you Georgia…..
    Back to my brain book for me.  I had a huge task ahead of me, drawing the brain in detail accurately.  I decided to get a coffee to make me feel more alert.
    I returned from the cafeteria with two cups.  One coffee and one tea, for Georgia.
    Approaching her silently from the side, I placed her cup of tea on her desk.
    ‘Peace offering. Tea, white, with half a sugar,’ I said in  quiet voice.
    She looked at the cup before she looked at me, her blue eyes connecting with mine.  I soaked them in, filling every cell of my being.
    ‘Very observative Cohen,’ she replied quietly. smiling gently at me. ‘Thank-you.’
    I smiled shyly to myself, and looked away from her, unable to slow my rapid heartbeat, and settle the butterflies trying to escape from my stomach.  Then I was lost for words, tongue-tied.  Why did she do this to me?
    ‘I should get back to my study. Enjoy your tea Georgia,’ I said gently, not wanting to move away from her, but I knew that I must. I turned to walk away from her, wanting her to tell me to stay, but she didn’t.
    To Nerdville it was then. At least I would get my work done.
    Thankfully, Georgia was out of my line of view as I drew.  And as I became lost in the intricacies of drawing a detailed diagram of the brain, I soon forgot all about her, and finished what I had come here to do.
    As I gathered my work together, and closed the large brainiac book, I smelt her sweet perfume before I felt the light touch of her hand on my shoulder.  My body tingled under her touch. What sort of spell was she castling on me?  And what was the antidote should I desperately need it?
    ‘There is a book jammed on the shelf that I need Cohen.  I can’t free it.  Would you have a go at it for me please?’ she asked, her voice clear, singing to my soul.  How could I not fulfil her request.
    I looked up at her and nodded.  She smiled at me and mouthed thank-you.
    ‘Lead the way,’ I said, bowing at her, my face serious. She giggled quietly, and then turned.  I followed her to the shelves of books in question. I would follow her anywhere.
    She stopped and pointed to the jammed book .  “Higher Intelligences” As she moved her hand away, I reached up to pull it out.  It was indeed jammed. I moved my eyes along the shelf further and found a smaller book that would be easier to remove, and  wriggled it out of the shelf.  Then I returned to “Higher Intelligences” and removed it with ease.  I handed to her.
    ‘For Madame ,’ I said with a French accent, bowing my head.
    “’Merci,’ she replied, smiling.  Her hand brushed mine lightly as she took the book from me.  I inhaled a breath of air sharply, in response to the warm tingly feeling that her touch gave