Yet another thing to file under “It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time” in her brain. She peered down at her feet. No sign of the earth splitting in two. Which was a real pity because, as far as she could tell, a natural disaster was her only way out of the conversation. I’m starting to think he doesn’t exist. He’s just a fictional name someone’s created to scam the school for a paycheck. Which for the record, would make a great story, but I won’t be able to write it because I’ll be kicked off the paper. See how this thing works?” Her anger faded— probably because, like her eyes, it kept getting distracted by his mouth.