that but really, they were being silly now and taking it a little too far.
“Why don’t you like me Dana? Have I done something to offend you?”
You’re breathing! “No, not all, Deacon. I don’t know you to not like you or to have been offended by you.” I quickly changed the subject. “This here is the Built Environment faculty. I very much doubt you will need to know this part of the university but if you do, here it is.”
“I may not be a psychology major league such as yourself, but I know when someone is trying to change the subject. Poorly, I might add. I’m not here to tread on anyone’s toes. This research project is a really good opportunity for me. I do plastic surgery all day everyday for a variety of reasons and I’d like my practice to be able to help the people that we treat mentally as well as what we do physically. Call it an aftercare service. I care about the people I treat and some of them come in for the wrong reasons and they’re not happy afterwards no matter how well their surgery has gone.”
I was looking at him now. Seriously looking. In this moment I couldn’t find an insulting word to call him because he looked like he’d gone off into one of his own memories and whatever he was seeing was distressing him. I had the urge to hold his hand or put my palm to his cheek but we were in a public place and I’d only met this man a few hours ago. So I did what I did best. I carried on the conversation and tried not to acknowledge the awkward silence between us.
“I’m not a psychology major league. I’m just a tutor here and someone who occasionally heads up research. And you have a good reason for wanting to do this project.” I continued walking wringing my hands because I’d left my bag in my office and didn’t have it to fiddle with.
“You started university only a few months after giving birth to a healthy baby boy, which might I add you did in the middle of your A levels and still managed to pass with all As. You graduated in three years and then completed your masters. This research project is the last part to your thesis for your PhD which you will complete next year. Several of your research papers have been taken up by other professors for them to do further research into your hypotheses. Every module you have taken since you started university has been completed with a 90% plus pass rate. You’re not just a psychology major leaguer; you’re a walking fountain of knowledge. Oh and very beautiful to top it off. Smart and beautiful. A deadly combination.”
I didn’t know which part to respond to first. I looked at him blankly. It was either that or sputter because there were no sentences to form. How the fuck did he know so much about my academic career? I’d been impressed before I realized that was creepy as fuck that he knew so much about me. It’s not like I’ve got my own page on Wikipedia for him to know all of that. And then he said I was beautiful which was sweet. Well it was before he said it was a deadly combination and kind of said it with a somber tone. Someone burned this guy. Not my problem. We needed to get this work done fast so I could get him away from me. No good can come from this. But first I had to ask him the most important question.
“How do you know so much about me?”
He returned to his playful and cock sure self. “Colin talks. A lot. He’s very proud of you considering you completed your bachelors and masters at this university. You’re like his own little masterpiece although I’m pretty sure he didn’t teach you an ounce of what you know.”
He turned away from me then and continued to walk down the corridor. We walked in silence for a short while before conversation resumed. This time I put a bit more effort into what I was telling him and began to ask him some questions. Deacon was an only
“Why don’t you like me Dana? Have I done something to offend you?”
You’re breathing! “No, not all, Deacon. I don’t know you to not like you or to have been offended by you.” I quickly changed the subject. “This here is the Built Environment faculty. I very much doubt you will need to know this part of the university but if you do, here it is.”
“I may not be a psychology major league such as yourself, but I know when someone is trying to change the subject. Poorly, I might add. I’m not here to tread on anyone’s toes. This research project is a really good opportunity for me. I do plastic surgery all day everyday for a variety of reasons and I’d like my practice to be able to help the people that we treat mentally as well as what we do physically. Call it an aftercare service. I care about the people I treat and some of them come in for the wrong reasons and they’re not happy afterwards no matter how well their surgery has gone.”
I was looking at him now. Seriously looking. In this moment I couldn’t find an insulting word to call him because he looked like he’d gone off into one of his own memories and whatever he was seeing was distressing him. I had the urge to hold his hand or put my palm to his cheek but we were in a public place and I’d only met this man a few hours ago. So I did what I did best. I carried on the conversation and tried not to acknowledge the awkward silence between us.
“I’m not a psychology major league. I’m just a tutor here and someone who occasionally heads up research. And you have a good reason for wanting to do this project.” I continued walking wringing my hands because I’d left my bag in my office and didn’t have it to fiddle with.
“You started university only a few months after giving birth to a healthy baby boy, which might I add you did in the middle of your A levels and still managed to pass with all As. You graduated in three years and then completed your masters. This research project is the last part to your thesis for your PhD which you will complete next year. Several of your research papers have been taken up by other professors for them to do further research into your hypotheses. Every module you have taken since you started university has been completed with a 90% plus pass rate. You’re not just a psychology major leaguer; you’re a walking fountain of knowledge. Oh and very beautiful to top it off. Smart and beautiful. A deadly combination.”
I didn’t know which part to respond to first. I looked at him blankly. It was either that or sputter because there were no sentences to form. How the fuck did he know so much about my academic career? I’d been impressed before I realized that was creepy as fuck that he knew so much about me. It’s not like I’ve got my own page on Wikipedia for him to know all of that. And then he said I was beautiful which was sweet. Well it was before he said it was a deadly combination and kind of said it with a somber tone. Someone burned this guy. Not my problem. We needed to get this work done fast so I could get him away from me. No good can come from this. But first I had to ask him the most important question.
“How do you know so much about me?”
He returned to his playful and cock sure self. “Colin talks. A lot. He’s very proud of you considering you completed your bachelors and masters at this university. You’re like his own little masterpiece although I’m pretty sure he didn’t teach you an ounce of what you know.”
He turned away from me then and continued to walk down the corridor. We walked in silence for a short while before conversation resumed. This time I put a bit more effort into what I was telling him and began to ask him some questions. Deacon was an only
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