The next class was held in a different classroom. The set up was different. Instead of a room of desks facing forward to the teacher, it was smaller. Desks set in a U to face each other with the teacher at the front middle. It made a more intimate setting, one more for discussion than teacher lecturing.
I walked in and set up my caffeination. 3 Jolts all lined up in a row in front of me. It was a night class after a full day’s work.
That guy walked in with an older man. He set up his caffeination. 3 Mountain Dews all lined up in a row in front of him. If you ask him, that’s when he noticed me. Our eyes met in mutual understanding of exhaustion.
In that class, for about a month, we talked. We talked only as it pertained to class and group discussions. No personal stuff. The older man he came with was his dad.
We talked once in a break. He went outside to stand on the balcony. I went to the restroom, and then hung back watching him. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn’t have the courage. He did.
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