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ian’s finally gotten up the nerve. he’s gonna do it. he’s gonna ask out his smokin’ hot statistics professor, prof milkovich (“call me mickey,” he says). right after today’s class.
ian spends the rest of the lecture dreamily doodling ian and mickey in his notebook like an individual much younger than his twenty-nine years of age would have one believe. and yes, he is the sole notebook note-taker in a class full of chromebooks and ipads.
he may be a big shot college student now, but the post 9/11 gi bill still doesn’t pay for laptops.
an exaggerated cough brings him out of his tweed blazer inspired trance.
“gallagher? you hear me? i said, see me after class.”
flushing crimson, ian nods his head vigorously. mickey resumes his lecture, but ian is lost again in the possibilities.
after class, hmm? this should be interesting.
