My day

he askes me a question...admin law ..

I swear I know the answer..but my head just goes blank

He is in a brown trench..his short hair neatly combed,

for a minute I give him that blank stare then there is that coy smile on his face,

he is fiddling with his pen;my face is an open book

We are caught up in our own surreal world

He asks me my name,says If I can help with the assignment

I give him my phone number 

I hear him curse below his breath because the computer next to mine has no internet

he goes...

am left...

fiddling with my pen,he is probably my age or an year younger

tonight I will be waiting for a text,am surprised at my excitement

there is an intrigue about him...Maybe 3rd year will be intresting after all

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