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Aiden’s jaw clenched, heat rising along his neck as he resisted the jerk urge to get back up the minute his eyes focused. First his phone crapping out. Then his lap top froze and now of all the tables. Of. All. The. Tables. He had to pick Laurel’s. The universe-- it really had a sick sense of humor today.
Relaxing his shoulders, he tugged at his shirt collar slightly, prayin ta god the heat hadn’t traveled to his cheeks. He hadn’t seen Laurel in what? Weeks? And the last time, eh, hadn’t been too smooth either. But Aiden had nothin else goin for him, he at least had his grit. He wasn’t gonna let some silly school boy crush derail his career. “Uh, I--” Could think of more than a few things. All of which wouldn’t stay that way, “I have an assignment due. An important one. But I may have had written it...” Aiden smiled weakly and dipped to retrieve a flimsy black journal from his laptop bag before producing an equally rickety lookin dell. He placed them both on the table and sighed, “I’ve barely been able ta keep my eyes open for the last hour, let alone type...so could you just transcribed a few pages? I promise, I’ll be a perfect gent from here on out. Please?” @laurelmitchellismss