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locked onto mine. I cleared my throat and his interest helped fuel me.
    “Yeah, well anyway, she shows up and there’s this woman who kind of seduces her.”
    Gemma interrupted me, yet again. “Lesbians?” I swear for the first time since I met her, way back in middle school, she was kind of annoying me.
    “No, I mean kind of, but anyway…then there is this guy and she leaves with him.”
    “You mean you leave with him,” Keegan said and I looked at him and tilted my head.
    “Me?”
    He grinned, a grin that could mean trouble. “Well yeah, I always heard that authors write themselves into their own books.”
    I took a drink and tried to avoid that one. I mean, if that was me in the book then I am a dirty, dirty girl.
    “I mean, I guess, maybe a little, it is fiction… of course. I have to have a personality to weave into it, so maybe some of me is in there.”
    Gemma laughed, her interruptive short blast of sound she always uses to get attention. “Well, she is not writing it to sell it.”
    I looked at her and Keegan spoke up. “Then why are you writing it?” he asked me and I sighed.
    “I guess, to see if I could…” I swallowed hard and then went on, it was too late to be coy now.  “I woke up one morning and it... it was just a dream that I had.”
    Gemma took a drink and then leaned up. “You did not tell me you were having sex dreams, Fay.”
    “I wasn’t, I just…I don’t know. I probably won’t even finish it.”
    “Well, I think you should,” Keegan said as my eyes darted to him. His expression was that of curiosity and I could not help but feel a slight blush coming on. He really seemed to be interested in all of this and it was nice, in a weird, ‘sharing shit I probably should not be’ kind of way. He looked at my watch, reaching out and turning my wrist so he could see it. His touch sent a strange feeling up my arm and instead of jerking back I just stared at his hand like a freak. He let go of my wrist and tapped Gemma’s arm, pointing out of the booth.
    “Oh, you have to go so soon?” she asked him as she slid out, stood up and he stood up too, towering over her small frame. He smiled down at her.
    “I am late for class,” he looked back at me. “But it was a pleasure to meet you, Fay…it was very... enlightening.”
    Gemma sighed as he turned back to her. “And you too, of course, but I have to go.”
    “Okay, bye!” she yelled out as he headed out of the café and took a moment to glance back at me. He walked by the long glass window that ran the length of the front of the building. Gemma sat down and tapped my foot under the table with hers, then she smiled at me. It was the same damn smile she always shot at me when we were still in high school. It was kind of strange seeing her this giddy.
    “Oh my God, wow, just wow. Where the hell has he been hiding?”
    I looked out the window and saw him running across the street, towards the library. His hair blowing around from the wind.
    “I don’t know,” I muttered as thoughts of writing more in my book started to tug at me.
    She turned in the booth and saw him as he climbed the long white stairs. She turned back to me with ‘that’ grin on her face.
    “You like him.” She said as she took a drink and kept her eyes locked onto mine.
    I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, he is cute, but you know what? This is our last year and I need to pass everything, no joke.”
    “Well, then you won’t mind if I do something about that then?” she pointed behind her and I hesitated, so her expression changed.
    I shook my head. “I…no, it’s fine. Do what you do, Gemma.”
    “No, you have that look on your face.”
    I laughed and took another drink.
    “What look ?”
    She leaned forward and stared me down. “That ‘ it’s mine’ look, Fay.”
    I grinned, I could not help it. Writing that sex scene had made me so weird today, so unlike myself. “I do not.”
    She tapped my hand. “Listen, just do it, ask him out!” she