So on and so on.That evening, I took us all out for a celebration meal, we went to a lovely little restaurant that we loved but seldom used, it was ex...ensive.The maitre had seen us coming, as we walked in, the entire clientele stood and clapped, then whistled and cheered. Dawn beamed and waved at them all. My God, she’s loving it I thought but why not? She deserved it. She must have signed thirty or more autographs by the time she joined us at our table.She blushed furiously as she sat and. . shit ... damn! I'm sorry." Me and my damn filthy mouth."It's fine," he replied. "I take it this happened before?" Yeah," I replied. "Too often if you ask me." I'm Samuel," he said, extending his hand." Mackenzie," I replied, taking his hand.Samuel was tall, dark haired, dark skinned, and sexy as fuck. The man filled out his suit in a way men should. I had to force myself to stop staring. "Do you work here?" he asked."Yes, I'm Mr. Tomkins' personal assistant or secretary depending on who you. “Let’s see if the coffee shop downstairs is still open.”It was. They were operating around the clock just for finals week. Kara and I got our fix of caffeine and sat at a table watching people pass. “You know,” I said. “I think we can tie in Kipling-”“Chad,” Kara interrupted, lightly touching my hand. “We’re on break.”“Okay, sorry.”The conversation lulled. “You know, I really liked your story from class,” she said breaking the silence.“Thanks. I liked yours, too.” I said.She’d written an angsty. Secretly thinking to himself that he will never have to eat all those boxes of cereal again to get the toys and secret decoder rings. He will finally be able to decode those messages on the back of the boxes forever. Pixie mumbles out from between licks, "you know you taste like tofu too. I never really knew I had a taste for it." In the distance they hear the bell ding warning of 5 minutes to the start of shift. Frustrated and knowing that they are going to be interrupted yet again Pixie.