11/20/07 Who: Duncan and Zevira Where: Bookstore When: Tuesday late morning What: Duncan recognizes what Zevira is.
"Next...?"
"NEXT?"
Duncan couldn't hear the cashier, because he was too busy staring at the pink-haired student that had just entered. The lanky new professor was holding an armful of Doritos, Vitamin Waters, Rice Krispie Treats, and a paperback book whose title was covered by more junkfood.
It wasn't necessarily a lurid, please-call-the-authorities, tongue-swiping-over-the-lips-too-slow stare. No, the wide eyes and slightly upturned mouth was more of an expression of wonder than anything else less savory. One of his eyebrows lifted a little above the other, and he craned his head to get a better look when she moved toward his peripheral vision.
From beneath the pile of chips and breakfast foods, he held up a "one moment" finger to the cashier and side-stepped a bit to come closer to the little sparkling student.
Naturally such behavior would catch her attention. It was only a matter of time before she saw the tall man in a brown courdoroy blazer and darker brown newsboy cap gaping at her. When she looked over, he silently mouthed "...Gemman?"