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I started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"It's just...you look like a model and you're drinking from a juice box. It's like, the sexiest apple juice ad ever."
"Marketing at its finest?"
"Absolutely."
Professor Hunter laughed. "What do you want to do with our day off tomorrow?"
"It's not really a day off. I'm supposed to just recuperate, right?"
"We're both ditching class. So it's kind of a day off. We can do whatever you want."
"I think I'd like to see what a normal day is like for you. The behind the professor's facade special."
"You do like to watch a lot of T.V., huh?"
"I don't think I watch an unusual amount. You're the weird one. Who doesn't have a T.V.?"
Professor Hunter shrugged. "Sometimes I watch stuff on my computer. Speaking of which, I need to send out that email about canceling class. I'll be right back."
"It really is okay if you need to go to class."
"I don't need to." He kissed me and slid off the stool. He went over to the door I had never been through and disappeared behind it.
I grabbed another slice of pizza. I was glad we had ended up talking about everything. There was this calmness between us now. We had been surviving through tension and now we wouldn't need to. It had been a long time since I had felt so relaxed.
A few minutes later my phone vibrated. I picked it up and slid my thumb across the screen. Professor Hunter had sent the email.
"Comm 212 is canceled tomorrow morning as well. I've had some pressing personal matters that have needed my attention. But speeches will resume as planned. Everyone with last names beginning with A through M will be going Wednesday, and everyone else will go on Friday. I will have my regular office hours on Tuesday if you have any questions. Please feel free to email me as well. I'm looking forward to hearing your speeches."
-Professor J. Hunter
There were several unread text messages on my phone, but I decided not to read them. I put my phone back in my pocket and wandered to the door that Professor Hunter had disappeared through. I knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response. I slowly opened the door.
"Professor Hunter?" My voice echoed down a hallway. I had expected to find one room, not a hallway. There were several doors lining the right side. All along the left side were potted plants. It was like I had stepped out of an apartment and into a fancy office. I stood there for a moment, thinking about what to do. It seemed like snooping if I opened every door. But then I heard his voice at the end of the corridor. I walked toward the door at the end of the hallway. I was about to knock when I heard him talking again.
"Send the photos when you have them."
Silence.
"That's fine. I just need it done."
Silence.
"By the end of the week at the latest."
Silence.
"No, I'll need it delivered. I don't want a cyber footprint on this. Thanks, Max."
What the hell is he talking about?I had heard the term cyber footprint in class before. It was like the paper trail of the internet. But why was he worried about one?
I knocked on the door. "Professor Hunter?"
I heard the shuffling of papers. A drawer opened and closed. And then Professor Hunter opened the door.
