Disappointed, she glanced at the programme: first up was a Dr Stephanie Rosenbaum. Eyes travelling down the itinerary, the brown pupils expanded and h...r breath quickened as Emma noticed the second speaker was a Dr Thomas Strange. ‘Dr Strange, oh my God,’ she said under her breath. ‘Surely not?’ Her mind distracted thus, Dr Rosenbaum’s talk went completely over Emma’s head. At the end, as the other attendees filed out for the coffee break, Emma happened to notice that the modesty board from one. “How can she do that though?” another one asked.“She’s from Telchines,” Mac told them. He had been watching also.“Damn, I thought that we had someone who could win in the intercollegiate competitions, but the board would never allow her to compete. Not someone from Telchines anyway,” the professor who was the team’s coach and adviser, and who had arrived during the demonstration, said from the back of the crowd.“Think what she could do on the bench though,” one of the others said.“Bench?” Mare. I stayed calm, approached the room, thinking that it would be very difficult to satisfy this new customer.It made me nervous, as I knocked the door. As soon as the door opened, I was in shock. My father-in-law’s friend, Vijay Gupta, was standing right opposite to me, wearing his boxer only. Before I could say a word, he asked me to come in, and locked the door. He had a wicked smile on his face, as if something fishy was going on in his mind. “Uncle, this is embarrassing, no body needs to know. " Stop that. He took you to see Hamlet?" Yes." What a nerd." Well, yes. But so what? It's my favorite Shakespeare." So what's with this ice cube thing?" I asked."Oh, no. It's not my place to tell you. If you ever manage to convince him to see you again, and what is this, your third strike, maybe you'll find out."What's with you anyway? Why do you keep acting this way with him? If you don't want to see him, just don't see him. Don't torment the guy."What do I tell her? Am I acting this way? If.