First Contact

I have to admit, my palms were a little sweaty but I glanced over at her again,
thought "Wow!" and told myself, "Here goes!"
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"Hi! How are you this evening?"

"Fine, thank you. How are you?"

"Doing good. My name's Scott."

"Melinda."

"Nice to meet you! Is that a...?"

"Metropolitan. They make a very good version of it here."

"Oh. I'm going to try that. Can I get you another?"

"I don't know, can you?"
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"Mmm. Uh, may I get you another?"

"Yes, thank you," she said with a beautiful laugh,
​"I'm sorry. I'm not usually that much of a stickler, really.
That's just always been a pet peeve of mine."

"Let me guess—teacher?"

"English Department—our local halls of ivy."

I tried not to let it completely show how surprised and impressed I was.
Anyway, why should I be so surprised?

"Wow! I'm going to have to watch my P's and Q's!"

"Oh, I'm more interested in H's and R's."

"H's and R's?"

"Honesty and Respect."

"Ah. Well, not to worry; I am a notorious, shameless but sincere teacher's pet."

That beautiful laugh again.
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​As the years went by, I was always able to make her laugh.

          

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